Dangerous sport

At 5.45am the alarm went off and for a nano second I thought of ignoring it then threw one leg over the edge of the bed so that the momentum would carry the rest of me out and I would have no choice but to get up.  That's always the worst bit because when I got on my bike I reminded myself what a privilege it was to be cycling through such beautiful countryside and not battling cancer in a hospital ward like Mr Baldy. 
However cycling does have its risks such as the black Honda Civic which came over the brow of a hill and obviously saw me late.  I was cycling right on the edge of the B road where the gravel is and that is dangerous enough as with the thin tyres you can easily fall off, and potentially into the path of the oncoming vehicle.  The driver reacted late and swerved taking out a bollard that is there to warn them about the corner approaching.  Shame really that they didn't stop or we could have had a chat about the right temperature to wash my shorts at to get the skid marks out!  Otherwise feeling great with the easing of my training schedule in the run up to the 15th.