Yuuuuuup (does anyone else watch Staorage Wars) - I believe it was me and the Double D's - that is Donald and Dieter that found ourselves at a motorway service station - I have to trust El Champerinio Badgerinio where that was as I don't have a clue.
To cut a long story a little shorter than my norm, come 3.30am on Sunday morning, I found myself in a layby saying to my D's you've been a great support but the elastic is now burst.
As some (very close friends) will know and others will have an inkling, I have a peculiar bio-mechanical deficiency. That is when pedalling my left knee kicks out. It appears that up to 8hrs or so in the saddle is ok but thereafter I get an increasing niggle in my left Achilles and then I develop knee problems.
As the pain increased I took Ibuprofen (rapid release) and then another two and then another two and was starting to feel a bit 'funny'. On top of trying to keep yourself hydrated and with the difficulty I have in taking solid food 10+ hrs in - the combination knocked me off a bit.
Anyways, I was helped into a change of clothing as described above other than I wasn't wearing cycling tights but a pair of Puffa style outdoorsie type trousers with my work shoes.
Not too long after the start of the drive back home I was feeling very sick so asked Donaldo if he could stop so I could assist myself in some self induced vomit propulsion. After this I lay down at the side of the road to 'recover' and that is when my merino top got covered in grass etc etc and this is why I then had to wear the Puffa jacket on my walk through the car park to the service's toilets.
I fully accept that I did not look my bestest either facially or with my slightly obscure attire. I do recall a woman in a car facing me as I was sitting in the front seat just staring at me and I'm sure just wondering ..........
In closing I just wish to thank my Double D's and say I will always keep you close to my heart.
Bibs
