it’s lunchtime and i’ve got an hour to get to the Chelsea Alpinestars store and back again.
So i run downstairs and hop on my bike. I’ve got my suit on but it’s ok aallll i need to do is swap my shoes for my new Sidi boots. So off i go like a bat out of hell from London Bridge then head for the Embankment.
By Chelsea bridge i squeeze through the traffic barely a millimetre between my wing mirrors and the stationary traffic. I EVENTUALLY to the head of the queue and just slightly wobble/tip to the left. I figure no problem i’ll just put my foot left foot down…
My new boots had another idea :crazy: i topple just over my balance point and find myself propped against a white van.
the van driver rather than holler and cuss laughs out loud points to a hein gericke label on his jacket and than jumps out and leans me upright.
What could i do other than say thanks, wipe the egg off my face and then zoom off.
That’s funny, good thing the driver was a biker. We all have moments like that, occasionally I am such a hurry to leave work, I get down to the bike and d’oh forgot the helmet. Back up to the sixth floor:pinch:
Did read once about a someone following another biker, and got to a set of lights stop and promptly fell over. The biker following got off his bike and help the other guy up. He explained that he had been riding with a sidecar for the last thirty years and simply forgot to put his foot down. :laugh:
