Scared the poop from within my most private chamber, no word of a lie. One minute, cycling happily through Kew, keeping within the white line of the cycle lane, when suddenly out of knowhere (well, from behind me, technically) comes this van and passes me so close the nose of the beast clips my bar end! I'm sent sprawling into the curb, the back of my bike leaves the road and begins its epic journey through an arc of approximately 180° with me sitting just forward of the centre, inevitably landing a foot in advance of the arc radius, upside down with a face full of first grass, then pavement. My bike is a loyal beast and has the decency not to land on top of me, but crashes down beside me instead, wedging its chain firmly between the top cog and the fixing bolt for my rack.Did he stop? Did he badgers!
Left me for dead, the stinky little see you next Tuesday.
Anyway, I'm about to brave the road again. Hopefully this little scrote is already at the bottom of a river, sorry, I mean hopefully he's somewhere else in his van...with an Alsatian ripping through his nadgers!!
I've had me brew. I'm ready.
