15cm long

My darling husband received his first biking injury on the way to work last week.

Some fuckwit opened their front passenger door at traffic lights and caught Don’s thigh while he was riding past. Fortunately it was right onto his leg and not right in his path, as there may have been a quite spectacular and painful head-over-heels tumble.

We’re so proud, truly, Don can now be called a cylist.


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