New pads fitted, brakes adjusted (again), orange bag taped to toptube, all ready.
Last night I thought I’d have a final short shakedown ride. Felt great up the climb, took the descent easy, got on the road and completely wiped out in comedy fashion. Over the bars into a wall.
Bike’s fine. I’m less so. Knackered elbow, ribs and knuckles. Chances of miraculous self-healing before Sunday? Slim. I’m gutted.