There are many things you should do 48 hours out from the longest ride you’ve ever done. Getting hit by a car at a roundabout probably isn’t one of them. Yet this is what I somehow managed to do this morning. For the first time in my life. Doh. No broken bones. No broken bike. But plenty of soft tissue soreness, whiplash and one well-mangled Giro Atmos helmet. I’m still fully intending to roll out for Dubbo on Friday, of course. But what was already sure to be a ride that would hurt a fair bit, is now going to hurt a whole lot more. I can take it. I’m still ready. I’m even in the local paper. (Page 7, right-hand column). Whoo-hoo.