I hit her up the rear end
DonDaddyD
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I am so embarrassed, ashamed. Could this be it, the great decline the Gregs 66 and T told me about? The last sad song at the end of an album. The moment when you realise the film is going to end. The point in your life when sex is no longer an option!
My Achilles like spatial awareness faltered. It has never done so in 31years of existence. Spatial awareness on a scale so grand they question whether it is the Universe that contains it or whether it is my spatial awareness that contains the Universe. It faltered. I hit someone, I didn't see them nor sense them. I am getting old.
The bleak reality of it happened on Thursday evening. I was approaching Elephant & Castle from Borough and I was looking at the oncoming vehicles to my right. Now normally I’m aware of things that are around me. However, this time I found that my slow rolling speed was forced to a abrupt stop, the rear of my bike rose and I had to shift my weight backwards to get that wheel down. I thought it was a car, then the penny fell to the Earth. I rear ended a fellow female cyclist!
Apologies abound as large as the opening chasm of my shame. She was good about it, said something funny, flirty, probably taken aback by my lycra laden awesome. I continued to apologise without pause, my despondent state demanded no less. I simply could not understand how or why I could not sense her around me.
I do not rear-end people, ever. I hate when people come close to doing it to me. So what? I must self loathe, now!?
What is more worrying is that she was not there or around me when I was looking forward and approaching the roundabout. Nor can I recall passing her. So that's it then, my physical and mental prowess on a bike are withering, diminshing like an unspent youth, it is coming to a timely end.
Never have I felt so dull, like a blunted knife, I have only eyes for guidance now. The proverbial line that we all follow, the perpetual state of ‘B’ that I exist in, having left point ‘A’ and never ever reaching point ‘C,’ is dead to me. I am no longer in the moment, between the seconds and on the edge. I the moment, slow, cautious never anticipating always reacting.
I disgust myself. I am sorry.
My Achilles like spatial awareness faltered. It has never done so in 31years of existence. Spatial awareness on a scale so grand they question whether it is the Universe that contains it or whether it is my spatial awareness that contains the Universe. It faltered. I hit someone, I didn't see them nor sense them. I am getting old.
The bleak reality of it happened on Thursday evening. I was approaching Elephant & Castle from Borough and I was looking at the oncoming vehicles to my right. Now normally I’m aware of things that are around me. However, this time I found that my slow rolling speed was forced to a abrupt stop, the rear of my bike rose and I had to shift my weight backwards to get that wheel down. I thought it was a car, then the penny fell to the Earth. I rear ended a fellow female cyclist!
Apologies abound as large as the opening chasm of my shame. She was good about it, said something funny, flirty, probably taken aback by my lycra laden awesome. I continued to apologise without pause, my despondent state demanded no less. I simply could not understand how or why I could not sense her around me.
I do not rear-end people, ever. I hate when people come close to doing it to me. So what? I must self loathe, now!?
What is more worrying is that she was not there or around me when I was looking forward and approaching the roundabout. Nor can I recall passing her. So that's it then, my physical and mental prowess on a bike are withering, diminshing like an unspent youth, it is coming to a timely end.
Never have I felt so dull, like a blunted knife, I have only eyes for guidance now. The proverbial line that we all follow, the perpetual state of ‘B’ that I exist in, having left point ‘A’ and never ever reaching point ‘C,’ is dead to me. I am no longer in the moment, between the seconds and on the edge. I the moment, slow, cautious never anticipating always reacting.
I disgust myself. I am sorry.
Food Chain number = 4
A true scalp is not only overtaking someone but leaving them stopped at a set of lights. As you, who have clearly beaten the lights, pummels nothing but the open air ahead. ~ 'DondaddyD'. Player of the Unspoken Game
A true scalp is not only overtaking someone but leaving them stopped at a set of lights. As you, who have clearly beaten the lights, pummels nothing but the open air ahead. ~ 'DondaddyD'. Player of the Unspoken Game
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More likely that it was pity in her voice.DonDaddyD wrote:She was good about it, said something funny, flirty, probably taken aback by my lycra laden awesome.0 -
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DonDaddyD wrote:I rear ended a fellow female cyclist!
Always suspected you were a chick.What do you mean you think 64cm is a big frame?0 -
Don't read DDD threads any more. (and no I haven't read this when I saw how long it was). I always end up thinking WTFF is this guy on ?Planet-X SL Pro Carbon.
Tifosi CK3 Winter Bike
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probably best if you don't post photos of this one in The cake stop
my isetta is a 300cc bike0 -
DonDaddyD wrote:I am so embarrassed, ashamed. Could this be it, the great decline the Gregs 66 and T told me about? The last sad song at the end of an album. The moment when you realise the film is going to end. The point in your life when sex is no longer an option!
My Achilles like spatial awareness faltered. It has never done so in 31years of existence. Spatial awareness on a scale so grand they question whether it is the Universe that contains it or whether it is my spatial awareness that contains the Universe. It faltered. I hit someone, I didn't see them nor sense them. I am getting old.
The bleak reality of it happened on Thursday evening. I was approaching Elephant & Castle from Borough and I was looking at the oncoming vehicles to my right. Now normally I’m aware of things that are around me. However, this time I found that my slow rolling speed was forced to a abrupt stop, the rear of my bike rose and I had to shift my weight backwards to get that wheel down. I thought it was a car, then the penny fell to the Earth. I rear ended a fellow female cyclist!
Apologies abound as large as the opening chasm of my shame. She was good about it, said something funny, flirty, probably taken aback by my lycra laden awesome. I continued to apologise without pause, my despondent state demanded no less. I simply could not understand how or why I could not sense her around me.
I do not rear-end people, ever. I hate when people come close to doing it to me. So what? I must self loathe, now!?
What is more worrying is that she was not there or around me when I was looking forward and approaching the roundabout. Nor can I recall passing her. So that's it then, my physical and mental prowess on a bike are withering, diminshing like an unspent youth, it is coming to a timely end.
Never have I felt so dull, like a blunted knife, I have only eyes for guidance now. The proverbial line that we all follow, the perpetual state of ‘B’ that I exist in, having left point ‘A’ and never ever reaching point ‘C,’ is dead to me. I am no longer in the moment, between the seconds and on the edge. I the moment, slow, cautious never anticipating always reacting.
I disgust myself. I am sorry.
Slow day at work today?FCN 7: Dawes Galaxy Ultra 2012 - sofa-like comfort to eat up the miles
Reserve: 2010 Boardman CX Pro0 -
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Double-entendre thread title?
Rambling post full of faux-poetic prose?
Is the old DDD back???0 -
I liked the OP.
Bad luck on the accident though, any injuries?0 -
Just my pride.daveski12 wrote:I liked the OP.
Bad luck on the accident though, any injuries?Food Chain number = 4
A true scalp is not only overtaking someone but leaving them stopped at a set of lights. As you, who have clearly beaten the lights, pummels nothing but the open air ahead. ~ 'DondaddyD'. Player of the Unspoken Game0 -
Thats good though!
I had a similar accident in a car a few years ago. Paying attention definitely helps.0 -
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Did she go down?0
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I move we get RickC to rename DDD to Lawrence.Chunky Cyclists need your love too! :-)
2009 Specialized Tricross Sport
2011 Trek Madone 4.5
2012 Felt F65X
Proud CX Pervert and quiet roadie. 12 mile commuter0 -
Are you sure this didn't happen in Feltham?
Dear oh dear..... :roll:0 -
Oldham, Peckham and Turnam Green.FCN 5 belt driven fixie for city bits
CAADX 105 beastie for bumpy bits
Litespeed L3 for Strava bits
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and is Bolton a slightly more secure version of strap-on?Nobody told me we had a communication problem0
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I suspect this accident occurred in Prats Bottom0
