So here's my cycling story.
A good few years back about 10 of us would do a ton of cycling tours for charity. Very casual cyclists that would do good distances with an emphasis on stopping for a pub meal as part of the route. Was a very social thing with an emphasis on touring rather than racing.
Anyways one time we were doing a maracycle thingy as it was known in Ireland. Belfast-Dublin (overnight in Dublin where everyone partied to the early hours) and back the next day. 160km each way.
On the return I was basically coming into the final km a slight downhill and just approaching the area that was barricaded off from the crowds when I noticed 2 marshalls waving frantically at something.
Before I know it a woman pulls out of a side road straight in front of me, no time to even consider hitting the brake and I hit her straight on by her front wheels and go airbourne over the hood. Probably about a couple hundred witnesses.
I'm lying on the road on the other side and just as I've gathered my senses and am about to get up 2 St John's folks are on top of me telling me to stay down. After about 5 minutes they finally let me up and I refuse to go to hospital. The woman meanwhile is screaming hysterically.
I get the bike together and take the front wheel off which is basically bent in two like a sandwich and walk the last km with St John's person feeling like a complete idiot with the crowd clapping.
Fast forward about 6 months and the BBC releases a documentary on the whole event. Whatd'ya know but towards the end of the programme when they're showing the end of the event they show a zoom up of me walking along with St Johns chap wheeling the bike in one hand and carrying the wheel in the other with the commentary "
and this poor unfortunate chap hit a pothole a mile from the finish."
So ever since that day I've been known as pothole Bagor to a select group of friends.
