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Day 3 - The lawnmower man
Camborne to Nanstallon - 48 miles
WeateourwaythroughahugepileoftoastthatBillyhadmadeforus,drankateapotfull
of tea, and ate several bowls of cereal each. The local paper had an article about a couple of
horrificroadaccidents,anditmademethinkabouthowpotentiallydangerousourtripcould
be.Wehaddodgybikes,nohelmets,andlittleexperienceofcycling.ImentionedthistoBen
and we both agreed to try and shake off the carefree attitude we'd had for the first two days.
We also agreed to try and find helmets.
We said our goodbyes to Scotty, Billy and the resident DJ who was still in the pub,
dressed in the same clothes that he had been wearing the night before. Ben gave them a fris-
bee that we had found by the side of the road near Lelant. It was all we had in the way of a
gift, but they seemed really touched.
'We'll leave it here behind the bar to remind us of your visit. It's been so lovely to have
met you both,' said Billy. She then gave us a couple of green t-shirts that they had been giv-
en from a brewery. They became our new Sunday Best, which we decided to save for the
evenings, and not to wear whilst cycling.
We followed the old road to Redruth, which ran directly parallel to the A30, and we then
cut back towards the coast.
We were on a steep descent into the village of Porthtowan when I saw a crane over to the
right.
'Look at that crane!' I shouted to Ben who was in front of me. I have no idea why I de-
cided to point out the crane to Ben, as it was not in the slightest bit remarkable, and I wasn't
aware that Ben had a particular fascination with cranes.
'What?' called Ben, who was unable to hear properly because of the speed we were go-
ing. He slammed on Pinky's brakes and she skidded to a stop. The Falcon, however, had yet
to be tested on a downhill.
I applied the brakes. They squeaked. Nothing happened. There was no time to avoid Ben
and I crashed into the back of him catching my leg on his rear wheel cog. I was then thrown
forwards and landed with my balls on the crossbar.
My leg was bleeding slightly, but it was nothing serious, and after a slight readjustment,
I decided my balls would recover, too.
'There was a big crane just back there,' I said to Ben.
'Oh, right. Thanks for that. Are you alright?'
'Yeah, I'm fine thanks. I think we need to get The Falcon's brakes looked at.'
'No shit, Sherlock.'
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