Regular customers are the life-blood of any bike shop. The shop where I work takes most of its actual revenue from tourists throughout the Summer months but it is the regulars who send them to us and who recommend our services. For this reason we like to take good care of our loyal customers and we take great interest in their wellbeing. One in particular, who hasn’t been around for a while, was in the shop today. He competes in triathalons at world level and is a keen road cyclist. With an international coming up soon he has been training and competing regularly in preperation. On one weekend a small while ago now he had a race to attend of a Sunday and so the preceding Saturday had been assigned as a day of rest. Unfortunatly the ever-increasing threat of climate change had other ideas, taunting the poor man with sunshine through the lounge window and beatiful warm, dry tarmac snaking off into the distance.
What can it hurt? Thought the poor hapless gentleman, I’ll stretch my legs for a little bit and just take it easy in the sunshine. So thinking he whipped the training bike out and, without all the normal pre-ride preamble rolled mellowly off down the road. With perfect conditions the ’slow’ (by his standards!) ride was a welcome distraction and going well unti, heading down a hill at speed, our hero was surprised to find, around a blind corner, that there was water streaming across the road. As a professional cyclist he knew well enough that the front brake, usually the major slowing force, would result in a traumatic loss of front wheel traction so the rear brake was slammed on and his weight shifted well back. Textbook. Unfotunatly not enough to see him around the next corner, with the hedgerow approaching fast he very, very cautiously and gently applied the front brake. Then woke up in a helicopter.
Due to a, shall we say, unfortunate, wardrobe choice he had overlooked putting on the helmet he always wore. He had, however attired himself in his brand new, £60 cycling jersey. When he awoke he was therfore greeted by the sight of a paramedic cutting this into 4 of the most expensive rags he has ever had in his shed. Luckily, after an extended stay in hospital and many stitches he is back on the bike and still on target for his international race. The saddest part is that of all the thousands of miles he has accumulated on his Giant roadbike all of them bar the last 10 or so have been with a helmet on. If it wasn’t such a very nice day on that Saturday. And they say climate change will be dangerous in the future?
Always wear your helmet kids.
*sorry about the dramatic title, I know he didn’t actually die.Could of though.