A wee pootle to the woods and back with the kids…
On the flat and smooth tarmac track back into town, son the seadog falls off (no reason given..) right in front of me. I had no option but to slam on the brakes, rather than flatten him. Over the bars I go. Grazed right shin, bruised right forearm, end of bar smacks inside of left knee giving nasty lumpy graze. Both bikes get bent mech hangers.
Son totally undamaged. At least he had the concern to ask if I was OK.
So much for a ‘Get them out of the house for half an hour…’.