Good news: I got really close to my highest ever annual mileage at 100 miles for each of my 75.5 years.
Bad news: the last bit was done in the back of an ambulance to Slough inhaling magic has - I could count that, couldn't I?
The offending patch of black ice was in a "safe" back street route. Should have stuck to the A4 where there was none
Shipped to Oxford Uni Hospital who act as a sort of regional centre of excellence for difficult pelvis ops. Apparently my femur was intact but had made a mess of the pelvic joint. No way I could have even dragged myself off the road let alone ride Grand Tour stages like Geraint.
Now being cared for by superb nurses, doctors etc. etc. from every nation in the EU.
The big op is scheduled for Xmas Eve
Don't think I'll be doing many miles for bit, and I'll be playing a lot of Bach on the piano no pedal
Wish me luck
Bryn
Apologies for typing errors. Blame Autocorrect and Morphine