but I suffer for it, knee feels strapped and bruised for days afterwards. Goes back to my meadow smash on the bike, the bollard looming out of the night at high speed and the bone-tingling crunch. Been semi-lame ever since. You take loping and shifting about for granted until it’s snatched away and I’ve grown cautious. Not for me the cat dance over the zinc roof, I shuffle and test every surface in my approach shoes. Reckless was better, I miss it. Reckless and you don’t even know it and when you do it’s gone.