My biking confession

My confessions is that I was riding to work one morning, filtering past endless cars and looking out for drivers about to open their doors or throw a Un-turn…

  The last thing I was expecting was some bloke in a tracksuit to run out from between the cars with his arms stretched out. He hit me so hard I fell to the ground with the bike landing on top of me. The bloke just said “Sorry, mate”, as he kept on running, and didn’t even stop to help me back up!

  I’m not sure what was more embarrassing; falling off and being laughed at by all the car drivers I had passed, or having to tell my boss I’d just been knocked off, and it wasn’t by a car, but a bloke in a tracksuit.