When I was a teenager I was riding home one night with my useless Ever Ready front light dimly illuminating a patch of road the size of a 5p piece in front of me. Just as I came to our drive, our cat appeared briefly in the gloom and stopped dead. I ran the poor thing over with my front wheel and thought I'd killed the poor bastard. As I was looking for the corpse, he gave me the fright of my life by bumping his head against the back of my leg, seeking attention. My breeches (I was a teenager long time ago) were damn near filled.
When I was a teenager I was riding home one night with my useless Ever Ready front light dimly illuminating a patch of road the size of a 5p piece in front of me. Just as I came to our drive, our cat appeared briefly in the gloom and stopped dead. I ran the poor thing over with my front wheel and thought I'd killed the poor bastard. As I was looking for the corpse, he gave me the fright of my life by bumping his head against the back of my leg, seeking attention. My breeches (I was a teenager long time ago) were damn near filled.