Life often works in mysterious ways.

If anybody would of said to me on the 4th August 2009, that the very next day I’d be involved in an accident that would change my life forever, I would have thought that they’d taken leave of their senses.

I’m sure that as we was sat on the veranda of where we’d been staying, overlooking a very picturesque river whilst drinking a cold bottle of German beer, reminiscing about the ride that day, neither Simon nor I had any incline that the following day would end so badly.

I’ve been asked several times if I can recall what actually happened that day to which, I usually respond with, I’ve had a couple of flash backs in the early days but, thankfully I don’t even remember going to Germany.

I’ve only been able to be quite descriptive about the 4th because, we’d stayed their many times before and, that’s what we did.

Aside from going to the Nürburgring, the roads in Germany are amazing in fact, the roads throughout the rest of Europe are amazing, the road maintenance people hear in the UK should take some tips from the rest of Europe.

The B500 also known as The Romantic Road, (Romantische Straße) in German is quite simply breath-taking with,  spectacular panoramic views.

The road surface is out of this world and, the bends, my god the bends are something else, they are certainly well suited to my Ducati 1098.

Some would say that I was an accident waiting to happen, not because I was unsafe on a motorbike, far from it in fact, it’s because I was so good, almost fearless, it was inevitable that something would get me in the end.

Southern Germany’s Romantic Road (Romantische Straße) is a picturesque 350km route through the forests and mountains of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg. Its northern endpoint is Würzburg, a wine-region city known for the Residenz, an 18th-century baroque palace with a Tiepolo fresco. In the south it ends at Füssen, in the foothills of the Alps, near King Ludwig II’s iconic Neuschwanstein Castle. 

If you ever visit this region of Germany, I’d heartily recommend a trip down the B500…

What’s mysterious about this story your probably asking?

It goes like this, my accident most definitely could have been avoided, had Simon and I not made the foolish decision to return and ride the B500 for a second time.

It’s so easy for me to sit here now, without any adrenalin pumping round my body and, say that we really hadn’t needed to ride the B500 for a second time that day.

We’d already had an amazing day getting to the Eiffel Region to ride the Nürburgring, followed by a spectacular day at the ring, then the ride back so, whatever possessed us to ride the B500 again, the mind boggles.

We did and, here I am a disabled brain injury survivor….   

Things are not always as bad as they seem, yes I’m disabled but I was living a fairly dull mundane life working all hours godsend prior to my accident.

Whereas, now I get to thoroughly enjoy the things that I do best, those being public speaking and cycling.

It’s been 26 years since I last raced a pushbike, on the 17th April I did my first race in all that time, my god it was quick from the off.  

I tried to start as close to the front as I could, remembering from when I used to race to always start as high up in the field as you can, to stay out of trouble.

This I managed but, I certainly never anticipated such a quick start….

I raced again on Sunday, 8th May in the British Human Power Club event at my local track in Stourport.

I got a slightly better start but, was soon engulfed by the big group of riders.

After a nervous start, not helped by the fact that its been so long since I’ve raced, also the fact that in race one we cycled in the opposite direction to what I’m used to, I managed to finish 17th in race one and 16th in race two when we raced in the direction that I’m used to.

I find it interesting and, what makes it mysterious is, I’ve now done full circle in that I’ve come from a cycling background having competed at the highest level, then competed on a motorbike to now having returned to cycling again.

Heaven knows where this story will end…