"Oh Shit" moments...

Ran in to a jogger on a cycle path the other day, i wasn't really going that fast at all, probably about the same as a fast jogging speed, but it was a really awkward blind corner and she just came out of nowhere, she fell over, i was expecting to just be very sorry, make sure shes okay, help her up and be on our way.

Anyway, she ended up sitting on the grass, i asked if she was okay, she didn't reply for ages so i just stood there like 'what do i do?' then she started crying, then she screams back along the lines of "no i'm not fucking okay, you need to slow down, shouldn't even be alowed on that thing, your going way to fast, you could of killed me! what if that was my daughter you could of killed her! some one could be dead and then how would you feel, what is your problem?"...and so on, just went mental, acting like i was speeding around trying kill people?? kept asking if she was actually okay, like no broken bones or anything, in-case i needed to call someone or what ever, turns out she was just fine, talk about overreacting!

Awkward. But not as awkward as this: I grew up in small villages in Norfolk, sleepy little quiet places. One day when I was about 13 I was cycling to the nearest town when I came across some roadworks. There was a little fenced-off bit for pedestrians and nearby there was a builder on all fours working on the road.

I looked down at my handlebars, back up at the gap, down at the bars, up at the gap. Figured that they would fit. So I wobble towards him, getting nearer and ever-less confident about my estimate as I did. Then, finally, I lump into his arse with the end of my handlebars. He wasn't impressed.