BIKE VERSUS TAXI

Coming down Park Street on the bike after work this evening a taxi making a u-turn cut in front of me forcing me towards the back of a parked car and a lamppost. I shouted, ‘no,’ loud as I could, hit the kerb to the left of the lamppost, went over the handlebars, landed on the pavement, slid a good ten metres and heard something clatter in front of me might be a lens from my glasses was my front light and batteries.
A woman said, ‘you all right?’
I said I was ok - lying there.
‘What a bastard,’ she said, ‘they’re all bastards,’ and a man asked, ‘you all right?’
I got up, got the bike, front forks brake lever bent, limped down the hill to where the police who’d been coming out of a side turning’d seen what had happened and pulled the taxi over round the corner on Unity by Sue Sheppard.
A man came towards me, the taxi driver I thought and started to have a go but he was the fare who’d seen it too and was on my side.
The police took details and a brief statement from me stood on the street and the driver sat in the police car.
I went to the BRI on my way home, signed a form authorising access to information about my cuts and bruises and got given a tetanus/diptheria jab I’ve to tell my doctor about.