Once. It was more than plenty: it still hurts.
Either I spectacularly misjudged conditions coming down a (straight!) hill close to home (odd, since I'd managed it without mishap for years beforehand) or the fact that it had become a bus route 10 days before for a company who don't quite seem to have mastered the art of keeping diesel in their vehicles has some connection.
Hmmm. I wonder...
I do wish all the zero and not since 1837 types the best of luck over the next few months.![]()