i'm not the owner of a lovely shiny bike

it is buggered it is.
frickin' mercedes drivers.

i'm not a evel knieval

today is the day that a man drove a mercedes on me.
i was happily riding, enjoying the sunshine and the pleasure of meeting some famous people and planning a charity event when:
a car was in front of me... then my bike wasn't under me... then the car was under me... then the road was in front of me... then the sky was in front of me... then the road was behind me... then my bike was no where near me... then the sky was in front of me again... then i was lying on the road... then i was looking at the front of a mercedes... then i was standing up... then i felt a lot of things hurting... then the driver tried to drive off... then i lost my temper (this is the first time this has happened in my life)... then the man got out of the car... then i shouted a rude word or two... then writing happened... then he drove off... then i bent a few things back together... then i carried on riding to work... then i took a cab to the hospital...
bums.