Cycled past this morning suited and booted, with hangover (thanks Bubs & Fatboy), looked in the window. You should have seen the look of disgust I got when they realised I was on a proper hardtail.
Obviously, like any experienced bike handler I took the ride big style, got flipped and ended up whizzing across the infield on my arse with the bike still attached to my left leg, heading straight towards the coaches who luckily got out of the way pretty quick! Falling off indoors is a far smoother experience than on the road - more of a deep burn than the usual gravel rash..
where exactly is this haven of expense and depravity!!