Being doubled is a humbling experience. Suddenly you’re no longer in control (except for choosing not to hop on).

Today on the ride home the clutch cable decided to give way on the bike. I managed to nurse it along to the nearest bike shop, convince them to re-open, and on finding out they didn’t have the part in stock, to give me a double to the train station.

Looking back I realise the bike had been giving me hints. I’d adjusted the clutch cable out a few times, figuring it was just the adjusting screws loosening back into position.