It was with more than a little trepidation that I set out Monday morning for a training ride. Was it really only last week that I had the accident? I deliberately chose a route that didn't go along the Worksop road and just took it steady, yesterday's race was ridden on adrenaline and I'm still quite sore. At least it looked like the weather would be better today, not that we'd got much planned, not much more than hanging out really.

I pootled along, being exceedingly cautious at any side roads, and contemplated just why I did this. Of all the sports out there, why did I pick on one of the most dangerous sports going? Well it's not the cycling that's particularly dangerous; it's the interaction with other traffic really. If I really thought about, I was fairly immune to the 'close calls' that I have nearly every time I go out, cars cutting in, pulling out, drivers on their phones or just driving too fast for narrow lanes.

Maddy, to be fair, didn't make a huge fuss. Well she'd won hadn't she?

"Hmm, I think you need to be thoroughly Gaby, Drew"

"I suppose so, and you just happen to still have everything?"

"In my wardrobe" she smiled apologetically.

"Alright then" I sighed

Over the next half an hour I was transformed once more into 'Gaby Peters'. I drew the line at sticking the breast forms on, I've been caught that way before but I was soon wearing the gaff, bra and a gauzy top above one of Mad's skirts.

"You can't go out like that" Mad stated, "your legs look terrible"

"Well sorree for living!"

"I didn't mean it like that Drew. It's your bruises"

"What about them?"

"So what are you two up to today?" Aunt Carol asked

"Not really sure?" Mad answered

"I've got to go out in a while, just into the village so I shan't be long, you two going to be okay? Drew?"

"I guess"

"I'll have my mobile if you need me"

"Okay Mum" Mad confirmed, "can we go online please?"

"Yes but don't spend all day on there" Mrs P agreed

"Come on Gab" Mad was in control, I am but a puppet!

I wanted to send a mail to Britney so it wasn't such a hardship. No the
hardship was the wince inducing pain of having anything touch me,
particularly on my arms and legs.

We surfed for a while before Maddy handed the controls over to me while she went to organise some drinks.