I've received a couple of emails since my original post with polite enquiries as to how badly damaged my bike is - the implication being that my torn Achilles is related to bike riding LOL.
Folks, the truth is stranger than fiction ..... I tore my Achilles dancing on New Year's eve, not riding my bike!
But, the story doesn't end there. It was actually Greek dancing. A woman dancing behind me tried to do a Zorba style kick. The point of her stilleto shoe kicked me me fair square in the middle of the Achilles! Didn't break the skin but the point went in deep enough to pierce and tear the tendon. Yes, it HURT .... A LOT
She didn't realise what she had done and kept on dancing. I hobbled back to my table and drank for the rest of the night.
And the rest, as they say, is history!