What a day ...

Ulls: I was coming around a big round-a-bout with the first hints of rain misting up my visor, when I obviously missed seeing something on the road that was not meant to be ridden on. As I straightened up, the rear of the bike, with rack and panniers, began to fishtail uncontrollably. Any onlookers would have enjoyed the show, I'm sure, however it wasn't as much fun being the passenger to my trusty scooter. We wobbled together toward the gutter, where she finally came to rest over the crest of this dangerous intersection.

After collecting my thoughts, I began the mammoth job of pushing this block of steel away from the danger and toward the safer intersecting road. When there is no air in a tyre, they just don't want to roll. I was actually on my way home from a massage therapy session, I managed to pull something in my shoulder during this process and so did forfeit the right to the great feeling you get after such treatment.

Straight on the phone to my emergency breakdown service (Torsten) and he responded in a timely fashion. Being the great older brother he is, I was instructed to stay in the car where it was warm, and not raining, till further notice. I watched with pride as he undid the nuts on the dead tyre and soon after I was called into action.

I lifted the rear of the bike as the rain came pelting down, and Torsten worked his magic. Within no time I was on the road (cautiously) and heading home. The bike did feel awkward however, and will need to be testing in the morning. That means the car for me tomorrow. The bikes go in for final servicing at Retro Scooters for fitting of our extra bits and pieces anyway, so we'll be sure to hash out any problems that may have been caused by my mishap.

Probably the most exciting news in a while hey ...