Stayin’ Alive

Five months today since I smashed my wrist. Maybe I should have bought flowers to commemorate the day, but actually I did something far more exciting.

Bike in the Park

Bike in the Park

In the weeks following the accident I seriously wondered if I would ever get back on my bike. It stayed locked up in the bike shelter, gradually getting dirtier and dustier while I looked at adult push scooters, and waited for my fracture to mend.

I thought about selling my bike; unravelling the floral garland; removing the star shaped reflectors from the spokes; handing it over to a stranger along with my cycle clips, gloves and hi-viz jacket. It felt like betrayal. But I was scared. What would happen if I broke my wrist a second time? The talk of possible nerve damage when I was in A&E kept playing in a loop around my head. I’d got away with it this time, but a future when I couldn’t use my right hand made me cold with fear.

The consultant was reassuring. With all the metal in my arm, even if I broke it again, it would be in a different place. Rather haughtily I was told they had done all the wondrous and wonderful work on my wrist exactly so I could ride my bike again.

So the problem was me, how I felt, not my healing wrist. I kept renewing my bus pass and stopped looking at my bike. Deep down, I believed my cycling days were done. Continue reading


Bicycle Thief

Just back from The King’s Speech about which more later.

Now pondering how to fix my bike.

A neighbour spotted someone hovering by it, and from a safe distance asked him what he was doing.
“Fixing it for my girlfriend Sarah. She lives at number 37.”

There aren’t that many flats in our block, and the neighbour knew it was my bike anyway. She was talking to her son on the ‘phone and felt pretty safe, but the guy moved away round the side of the building to where our recycling bins are. It’s a bit narrow there, and she decided not to follow.

From inside her flat she saw him again by my bike. She opened the window and called out to him once more.

He came over and asked her what business it was of hers. Continue reading