Shredding the gnar

OK, so this isn’t so pretty. But it tells a story. I crashed off my bike last week in the Alps and put a nasty gash in my arm. Went to the local emergency centre who wouldn’t let me in as I was so grubby! I managed to get a quick splash at the local fountain and tried again – they let me in this time and apologised when they saw the depth of the wound. They popped a few stitches in and sent me on my way. That was the end of my riding for the week though. Throughout the trip I was hitting things, crashing and generally not doing so well – I put it down to tiredness and the inability to think fast enough to steer and brake properly. I’d had a crazy few months up to this point at work and it showed.