|Not too much bark off|
|Actually, this one came up black as!!|
|Blurry - sorry- skid marks galore|
|MY SPARKLY WHITE T SHIRT!!! How rude!!|
Look at my shirt will you!! A brand new Witchery number with ruched sleeves and side gathers! Oh, I know I was tempting fate. The Gods of whiteness were incredulous that I should even contemplate such a thing as riding a bike showing off my sparkly white stylish-ness.
I came a cropper. As you can see. I blame being left handed for my trouble. You see I keep Ginger on my left whilst riding as all potential obedience training trainers do. So. When I needed some quick action from my right hand to do a tricky manouever. Nada! Nothing but gravity to the end.
The kids came running... to the dog... hurling things at me like "you could have killed her", "is she okay", "how could you"
The Silver Fox came running to me. Awww! Concern painted over his face somewhat comforted by my shouts of "it's okay, I still have my teeth". We have known people to fall victim tragically to our bike track: teeth missing, broken limbs, grazes galore....
Bit of bark off me... and her. She did have a bit of a tyre track on her back and some fur missing from her leg. Sorry Pooch!!!
So we did what any self-respecting rider and dog would do.
Got back on that bike and continued to ride.
That's the moral of the story I think.
Or is that moral about a horse?
Ciao for now...