Here we have some symbolic letting go. Drinking beer on the lawn of the British Cycling Team hotel before flying my bruised and battered body home. I can’t race on Sunday. I can’t even drop a kerb. Gutted but that is bike racing
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Beer and bruises
Bad luck lee! Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright for the Mega?
mate,you wanna send that back…you got stivved on the head! tell ’em to top it up! 😉