Off to somewhere warm and dry tomorrow to leave the broken things behind. Zip up the bike bag fast before the hurt can get in.
There's something lovely and special about packing a bike for holiday riding, the familiar routine of removing mech and bars, pedals off and stowed away, skewers out and padding, just so, in the places where it always goes. Minimal tool kit. Pads or not.
Favourite riding clothes horded for days to avoid last minute drying panics. Tyres agonised over, fitted and gunked. Arm and leg warmers thrown in as insurance against the worst. Duffle packed and weighed.
Load the car. Lock the front door. Run away.