Unluckiest bike day ever?

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  • I can only narrow it down to one of 2...

    There was the day that my freewheel seized on a group ride about 40 miles from home. I was pushed to the nearest phonebox (showing my age here) and abandoned by my clubmates while I waited for my parents to pick me up. After getting home I decided to go ourt mountain biking (this was at a time when 100 miles was the norm for me most Sundays so I felt I should do more than I had), about 5 miles from home a hedge had been trimmed on the canal towpath meaning multiple punctures in both wheels, only 1 spare tube and nowhere near enough patches. A lengthy walk to a phone box and then another wait for a somewhat pissed off father...

    Or the day that while adjusting my MP3 player (yes, yes, I know!) I ended up with 2 fractured wrists, multiple abrasions and a few hundred pounds worth of damage to my bike and kit...

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