I got carved up by a bike on the bridge this morning. He dived into the left lane as I was about to pass, obviously "didn't see me". Luckily his amateurish wobbling warned me that he might do something stupid.
So, if you're reading this chummy, you're lucky I wasn't some half-asleep cager dreaming about what he'd like to do to Darlene the typist. You would've had a cage enema.
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