Why It Pays To Look Where You Are Going When Riding A Bike

I’ve only ever had 3 stitches before.  These were inserted in my chin after randomly falling over the handlebars as a 8 or something year old on my cousins bike.  I was very brave and I even remember not crying as the doctor waved the thread in front of my eyes as if to taunt me about the pain he was about to inflict.  To be fair, I screamed like a baby at the time I crashed, but hey I was young and in my defence it bloody hurt.

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