The Badger Story
That's me, back in 1970, with my first vehicle: a toddle truck. It was, along with my rocking horse, my favourite toy. It has nothing to do with this post, but I thought you might enjoy it. I also thought you might enjoy the Badger Story. This was the only somewhat serious accident I've had so far on the bike. A couple of years ago I was riding Rocinante back from Wolverhampton and was only a couple of miles away from home. It was dusk, and I was pootling along a country lane at top speed: 30mph. And suddenly a badger ran right out in front of the bike. Badgers are a bit like little black and white tanks: they're hefty, solid, a bit bigger than you remembered, and have an impressively low centre of gravity. And scooter wheels are small. So Rocinante stopped dead in her tracks while I, the mug on the back, got catapulted forward down the road like Wile E Coyote. I bounced around a bit before coming to rest some distance further on. For a short while I lay on the ...