Well, last night I fell off my bike. And no, I hadnt been drinking. I took a speckie smack in the middle of town. The only person who stopped to see if I was okay was Martijn... and so he should.. it was his fault. I hadnt really wanted to ride into town and help him look for new football shoes, so it is his fault.
No major damage done, just a few bruises and wet clothes (it was raining - just like it does every day).
But my pride! Its now 2 falls in 1.5 years (the other was when I crashed while riding with Deborah in my first month or so here).
Just in case people care to know.
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