Dress for the slide…
It’s been a while since my last ‘off’, which is why it came as a surprise to find myself sliding down a country road in Scotland recently. Although I’d managed to avoid colliding with one of Bambi’s relatives who’d emerged from the murk to say hello, my manoeuvres had seen me clip the soft verge with predictable and rapid results. Fortunately, this all happened at relatively low speed and the only bruising was to my ego; the jury is still out on the GTS. As I drowned my sorrows in the hotel bar that night, it wasn’t Bambi that I was cross with but the state of my riding gear. Understandably my waterproofs were shredded but my new gloves and favourite riding boots looked like someone had taken a grinding…
