Ouch! Bike crash and The Cider Chief

In the week after The Hill event I made a sale to a Stagg (no not a hoofed beast). Just imagine the scene "here best-man, the define guide to getting me battered!" either he wasn't entirely convinced his best-man was up to the job or the guy is a sadist. The bender that ensued took in Plymouth and Newquay twice over a 48 hour period...well done sir and best of luck
I am a self confessed cycle menace however before until Saturday 16th May I had only one other serious crash (careering into the back of a stationary VW Golf on a steep hill). My bike gets me everywhere as I don't have a car to call my own. For the most part it much quicker to get around than a car so it seems silly to invest in a slower form of transport. However it is f**kin dangerous and my wake up call last weekend proved it. I was going down Hill fast (you get 20-30mph on a top spec. racer when going downhill). I lent into a corner I've done a thousand times (not looking) and there was a car coming up, what was, due to park cars either side, a single lane road. I had no where to go than on the deck eventually ending up under the front of the car. Can't remember much other than jumping straight back up apologizing and heading on. Later I saw the damage. I'd split open my speed suit and gashed my left leg. Great! In true Casey fashion I decided to turn this mishap into jackass style entertainment stripping off in my flat kitchen pouring iodine on the wound (check out DIY nursing) whilst my housemates looked on...v. funny but I think I was in shock! I definitely when from high to low later as the usual happy KC (Casey) was like a Dementor* sucking the life out of the room when 209A had a visit from Cardiff Uni. Race Team ski team mover and shaker Gem Argyle. The prospect of a attractive Uni. sports girl especially one so connected is usually the cue for over the top marketing, s**t chat etc...but I was definitely off form and sent myself home from the pub. I was The Lash impostor!
*Ghost/Succubus type creature from Harry Potter, who sucks the souls from it's victims.
On Sunday psycho Peacy (a.k.a. dad) was good enough to pick me up from Halfords (bike was in a bad way after crash). I used the opportunity to do some debt collecting. Unhappy at the best of times, Peacy was over the moon to go on a merry dance around Bristol picking up outstanding book and event money. He was like uninterested version of Dog The Bounty Hunter abet with a ginger barnet. I' m sure he could see the irony as I owe him some big £ for help getting the book published (see Origins - A labour of Lash). Jimmy always said "Mummy bought you your company Poochy**" as he knew I was proud I did it myself..I suppose he was right I did borrow some money (a fraction of what I spent of creating The Lash and at a great interest rate! 0% forever!) and this is why I must make The Lash a success because I'd never forgive myself not paying it back ASAP.
**a term of endearment in The Birmingham Rugby League Club for me...Started on Brumski in 2005 by Stebbo a.k.a Nick Stebbings.
Didn't let the leg stop me training or getting the book out there. Picked up some posters for The Lash and continued taking sample copies round to local pubs. Now The Hill, The Sportsman and The Golden Lion all have a poster and free sample copy to give out to customer over the bar. If your reading this and know anywhere that would take a poster get in contact with me via the contact tab.
I've now sent off the book to W H Smith so see If we can win a slot on there Christmas promotional budget and also I'm hoping Kurki Sports Birmingham take some copies as I'd love the book in the place I learnt my trade...The heart of University Sport Birmingham. I've also just ordered some more copies from Lightening Source my printers so please get the summer Lash on and buy your copy now! (buy now The Lash £8.99 free P & P)
Last Thursday I joined the boyz at pro 5*** football is not really my thing (rugby boy, through and through) but it was a great opportunity to talk to some lads about The Lash. It was there I found myself talking to The Cider Chief. If I've every seen a sale this was it....a big lad - to say the least (but fair play, rocking out the footy) in a polo shirt that read "The Cider Chief, Chief, Chief". I was telling him about The Venus Lash trap (Venus Lash Trap) when it came round to my turn at the bar. I turned round without thinking and ordered a hot chocolate and half a larger. I could see the cider Chief was not impressed and my sale evaporated in front of my eyes!
***Five-a-side football at The Wise Campus, Filton College, Bristol