As I walked out of Queens Medical Centre the other night after seeing my friend Paul in the Major Trauma Unit, after coming off his bike, I counted 5, this year (almost).
It’s about 13 months since Dom was injured by the truck and then there was Beef (Mark), I ride with him on a Sunday, he went down and broke his hip.
Then James. James is gone.
Then another that David knows, that I have met, but don’t know well, terribly injured, on his bike.
Then Paul.
I can’t think of anybody that I know who has been hurt in a car accident, in the last year, only one or two in my life.
It’s dangerous this cycling s**t.
It’s getting worse.
Blog Post Number - 2102