The Clavicle Diaries (or how I stopped worrying and learned to wait for the road).

On Saturday 15 August I had my worst crash. I was found unconscious in the road during the Saint Kilda Cycling Club trophy race at Kyneton. Somehow, I had crashed on the final descent with six kilometres left in the 83 Km race. I say ‘somehow’, as my injuries left me with no recollection of the…