I'm likely to be the oldest chap on this forum. As a kid living in a mountainous region in Southern Australia I rode bikes everywhere. We had to be 18 to drive a car, I cheated and at age 16 bought a 500CC Matchless, but I digress.
A few months ago I became hooked on bikes once more after restoring a Ladies 70c bike and also a 3/4 size Mountain bike. Getting back on the bike again after so many years I got the same thrill as I did when I was a four year old. It never leaves you, trust me.
One night I am up until midnight oiling and adjusting the mountain bike and marveling at the clever front and rear suspension of the modern alloy unit. My last bike was a 1957 English made Gentleman's made of steel, which will have been molten down and turned into at least one small Toyota sedan.
I woke early next morning keen to take the little thing for a spin before the missus woke, so I quietly crept into the garage and skulked out the back onto a VERY steep part of our suburban lawn.
Forgetting I had sprayed the bikes wheels with a lubricant called WD40 (also CRC) I commence an unsteady descent down the grassy slope gathering speed very rapidly and hit the brakes, gently at first, then HARD!
No answer, thanks to the lubricant all over both wheels, so not wishing to hit the street at 30Mph, I put it down sideways on the grass with about 3 or 4 yards of damp grass left before I hit the Bitumen. The bike stopped and I went over the handlebar skidding on my left knee until it hit the concrete kerb and stopped me but not before momentum made me go over the knee and I kissed the road tarmac, head down, lips on road, backside in the air, like a Muslim at prayer.
A lady neighbor two doors up is reversing her Toyota Yaris out of her driveway sees this
and I feebly attempt to make a dignified show of standing up.
Very painful!
That was nearly 20 weeks ago. I had my last visit to my physiotherapist on Friday and I am able (just) to walk without a limp to port. I post this as a cautionary tale.
Safety First!