INSPIRATIONAL AUGUST: Ted King of Team Cannondale
I hit the ground at 53kph. With no more protection than a millimetre or two of neon green spandex plus some aerodynamic styrofoam atop my head, I didn’t stand a chance. My jersey has some tears and my helmet received a few minor dings, but instead of a glancing skim across the asphalt, the crash was a shocking brunt impact directly into my left shoulder. People talk about “learning how to crash” — that’s ridiculous. In the frenetic final few minutes of a bike race, when you’re moving at speeds over 30mph and then in the snap of your fingers three riders touch the barrier and come crashing down directly in front of you on, in reality, all you do is wish for luck.