GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Yesterday I met the geriatric Mr Smidsy Day-Spoiler in his Merc on a narrow country lane east of Devizes on NCN 4. Luckily I missed him, came off and rolled / slid across the verge into the hedge. Only damage; a broken pair of cycling glasses some bruises and a few nettle stings.
After a brief and frank discussion with Mr Day-Spoiler, who was, fair play, very apologetic, I got back on the bike and carried on but soon felt felt weak, sick, shakey and altogether out of sorts. A few miles later Pewsey railway station called my name and this combined with some dreadful route planning finding earlier in the day was the last straw so I abandoned my ride to from the Severn Bridge to Reading and trained it home.
Could/should I have carried on? What tactics/strategies work when you get a strong physical reaction to a nasty scare? Thoughts, ideas of a practical nature, comments please....
After a brief and frank discussion with Mr Day-Spoiler, who was, fair play, very apologetic, I got back on the bike and carried on but soon felt felt weak, sick, shakey and altogether out of sorts. A few miles later Pewsey railway station called my name and this combined with some dreadful route planning finding earlier in the day was the last straw so I abandoned my ride to from the Severn Bridge to Reading and trained it home.
Could/should I have carried on? What tactics/strategies work when you get a strong physical reaction to a nasty scare? Thoughts, ideas of a practical nature, comments please....