Mum and dad came home from Tassie last night ... and I decided that I wanted to pick them up from the airport with my aunty. So I caught the train to Essendon, and got picked up from there - go to their place and get into our van and drive to airport.
After picking them (and my bike in bike box) up, it was time to start the LONG trip home. They'd been a fatality on the Tullamarine freeway near the airport
- so the police had closed the freeway so we had to go an alternative route. For 11:30 pm (or so), it was amazing how much traffic there was. We didn't get home until 12:30 am, or something like that.
I haven't heard much about their trip yet (cos I had to tell mum the full grandma story on the way home), but it sounds like they had a good time. After the first day, mum made it up all of the hills on my bike - and she really appreciated the low gears on my hybrid.
She managed to stack on my bike before the ride even started ... bloody wet tram tracks, so she went over the handlebars! I haven't looked at the damage on my bike yet - I will when I get dad to help me put my bike back together in a minute. She says the handlebars are a bit scrapped, but as long as they are not bent (like gozzo's were after our crash) it's all good. Dad says that they were going very slowly (around 5 kph) when she stacked, so sounds like they won't be too bent. This bike, afterall, this is my "armour plated Mongoose hybrid" which seems to be able to withstand crashes of various descriptions
Of more concern to mum, of course, was her sore chest as a result of the handlebar going sideways into her stomach/chest and winding her. She suspects she may have cracked a rib, given its hard for her to turn over/sit up in bed still. She's normally pretty good working out what's wrong medically ... so I wouldn't be surprised if she's right!! She's glad she was able to participate the ride, rather than her holiday being over before it started though!