Just thought I would take some time out to tell you all of a fateful trip that started out as a three hour tour (not quite, a 80 minute commute). I had just gotten ready and was heading out. Each morning I have to navigate a flight of tiled steps that are usually covered in dead and dying flowers. I've always thought that one day I will slip and break something. Today was *almost* that day. As I took my first step and shifted my weight onto my right foot, out it went. I came down on the steps with a crash. Bits came flying off my bike. As I sat there in absolute pain, my first thought was *ouch*, my second thought was that I hope my bike is ok. I dragged myself up of the steps (still holding the bike mind you) and gingerly walk down into the car park. At least I can still walk. I do have a sharp pain traveling up from my ankle. I think it is only tissue damage - all good. My back is not quite as bad as I thought it would be as I landed full force onto the corner of the step. I put this down to the extra padding that I have developed in my lower torso from muscle development. Once I collected the bits that were projected from my bike (front and back light) I assess the damage. I have ripped open my front tire and tube. Damn. So I pack my stuff up and return my bike to its resting place in the house. I got myself changed at which point I assessed myself. A large graze on my right leg just above the ankle and a large bump on my lower back. At least I didn't break anything.