Just to add some balance, here is my Facebook status from Fridays ride. The following took place on Otley Chevin.
Another bike injury status from me but this one is less about the injury (bumps and bruises) and more a rant about what a-holes some people can be.
I was taken out by a dog chasing a ball. I was going pretty fast on the cross bike and had zero chance to react. Over the dogs and over the bars I went.
I landed in a heap with various bleeding bits and a knackered bike. To be fair to the dogs owner she was keen to check I was ok and was asking if there was anyone she could call for me.
As I was gathering myself and telling the dog owner that accidents happen, a kindly looking old couple appeared and began to abuse me! Apparently they had taken exception to my simply being there and how my injuries were all my own fault and I should be (insert expletives here) somewhere else. Seriously, an injured man on the floor and their first thought was to deliver verbal abuse!
While my body was lying on the floor assessing the damage, my brain (bless it) knew just what to do. So it gathered all my favourite Anglo Saxon adjectives and arranged them into a tirade that would make Frankie Boyle blush. Eventually the mean old barstewards fecked off and i could get on with helping the lady find her dogs who had run off. To be honest it was a useful release of adrenaline given the fact that I still had to fix my bike and ride home. Some people are indeed deeply deeply unpleasant.