This mornings commute into work was a very windy journey with flooded sections of road and the all the rivers I cross on my way to work were flooded.
I was being blown one way, then the other. The bike was twisting and turning under me, I felt like a twig which had been cast into a river by a kid for some idle entertainment in a game of pooh sticks.
At one point I did find myself wondering whether it was going to be the helmet strap or my neck which was going to break, but I wasn't really worried until I noticed that some of the trucks I was passing were leaning over at a similar angle to me.
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