A small area in our garden is paved with treated wooden blocks which have a coefficient of friction when wet that any budding perpetual motion inventor would lust after - even small animals and insects steer well clear of it. (you can see what's coming, can't you?).
In a hurry to finish a couple of chores before heading off for our weekly evening pub quiz competition, crossing those darned blocks is not exactly the best time to be distracted. We'd just had a light shower of rain and........
This is going to hurt.......
(courtesy Poolcenter.com)
Gravity, even from a short way off the ground ensures a rough landing and there I lay in light drizzle hurting and wondering what the hell happened. Jennie was indoors and oblivious to all this as I made tentative movements to see if there were any unusual grating sensations and wishing Mummy was there to make it all better. Mercifully, there were no breaks although my shoulder aches and it hurts when I cough - just strained chest muscles I hope. Didn't try to play the sympathy card as I've planned to do something about those darned blocks all winter so the response would have been predictable. (This has been the ultimate prompt to do something sooner rather than later). No doubt there will be some interesting colours coming out on the body over the next day or two but don't feel too bad right now having swallowed some anti-inflammatories and rubbed in Voltaren Emugel. Just hope I'm not too stiff to take part in the IAM ride on Sunday or I'll never hear the end of it from a certain other Kiwi blogger who will see it as his mission in life to tell the other riders!!
Back to the subject of bikes, I had an experience on the Auckland motorway a few days ago which was a timely reminder that even with a high standard of riding, motorcyclists are still at risk. I was in a line of traffic in the outside lane, moving marginally faster than the next lane in. Leaving a decent gap to the vehicle in front, I was slowly going past a 4x4 in the next lane. I was just past the driver's seating position when I sensed as much as actually seeing that his front wing was swinging across to the space I currently occupied! Delighted to say that's where the IAM training kicked in with muscle memory instantly triggering an avoidance manoeuvre. No fright, no nothing other than an instantaneous control response - pretty darned pleased with the level of internal discipline. Reflecting on that incident, a couple of things come to mind. In the last post reviewing David Hough's new motorcycle book, he talks about prominent vehicles capturing another driver's attention to the extent of ignoring smaller objects (like me!). This near miss could very well have been an example of this phenomenon. The driver may well have been fixated on the vehicle in front of me and combined with the decent space I'd left, simply assumed it was ok for him to change lanes. Guess he'd never heard of doing a lifesaver or shoulder check. Just take care out there everyone!
Finally, a friend has just introduced me to a supremely talented young Australian musician with a wicked sense of humour. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard, which hurt rather a lot, given the current state of my ribs. The satirical song Tim Minchin sings about young children is music to the ears of grandparents in particular, but also parents after they've regained their sense of humour. I particularly dedicate this YouTube video to our fellow blogger and recent father again Chillertek !! Incidentally, Tim Minchin has many more hilarious YouTube videos which can't fail to brighten your day.......
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