mightily miffed today, enjoying a cracking velodrome session when I found myself behind the numpty of the group. He managed to clip the rider in front of him, fell of in front of me at just about the steepest part. I hit him or his bike as its directly in front of me, over the bars and land on my left shoulder. X-rays confirm a broken collarbone, Mallorca is three weeks away, arrrggghhh. The drive home was none too easy either. At least I can spin the legs up on the turbo, but I won't be competing or doing any routes that require me to change up or down on the front.