So there I was, merrily freewheeling down the hill into Canterbury, singing a bit of Emerson Lake and Palmer to myself.
"Welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends
So glad you could attend
Come inside,come inside..."
Dodging the speed bumps.
"There behind the glass
Lies a real blade of grass.."
Waving to the crossing guard.
"Be careful as you pass
Moving on, mo-"
The car in front has stopped.
On with the brakes.
Oops, there goes the front brake cable.
Harder on the back brake.
It locks, and starts to swing around.
I am OK, I will stop.
I might stop.
I'm not going to stop.
I thud into the back of the car at around 45 degrees.
Then, in slow motion, the rear of the bike lifts up, and I do a just as slow motion rolly-polly over the handle bars into the road.
I think that the crossing guard and car driver were more shaken than I was.
But not a wonderful start to the day really - wonder if the exam will turn into a wreck too?
Now if only I had bashed my head, or sprained my wrist... :-)