Greystoke wrote:In my youth we cycle toured round Scotland, no helmets, grass in the middle of the road and flat out racing each other down hills on fully laden touring bikes.
Somehow I've managed to survive and don't take risks like that anymore.
I think it's called maturity?
This has reminded me of an incident in my youth. Touring the Lake District on my old roadster, heavily laden and with brakes that didn't work very well in the wet. On the 1-in-5 descent to Fell Foot (near Newby Bridge), I panicked as I realised that I was out of control, and put a foot down on the road. I escaped with only minor injuries, although the amount of blood coming from the tiny cut on my head made me think I had done something serious.