It was with an unsettling familiarity that I was thrown to the
road in a brutal stack up after only seven kilometres of the Te Awamutu Tour on
Saturday morning, and as I lay there with shredded hands and loose shards of
stone embedded in the side of my head, I was hardly surprised at this
continuation of misfortune. It was defeating at first, having to pull myself
off the road to see the battered condition of my body, a broken bike and even
more fluro paint scraped from the ends of my prized Sidi Wires.
But in my adrenaline-fuelled state,...
Friday, 12 April 2013
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