An early and dark start for a brisk 50 miles round the Ribble valley with 2 other riders. All was going well until a few miles past Chipping as me and speedy Stan were on the front pushing hard and just as we came out of a shallow left hander - wallop, bang, slide, ouch mi fingers (again!!). At a more cautious pace just 1 mile up the road down went Stan on a straight section - pesky black ice. I am currently wondering whether to go to A&E (or the shed) to cut my ring off as my finger looks like a plump sausage being squeezed by a band of gold at the base...............
