This morning I witnessed someone tumble off their bike. It was an agonising, toe-curling moment as I sat patiently in front of a red light waiting for my assigned time to forge ahead through the wall of traffic ahead of me, towards my destination.
As I sat, gaze fixed upon said red light like it was a giant spoon and I was Uri Geller bending that sucker in half, I heard the distinct sound of a bicycles brakes screaming out as they clamped, full force, down onto the rubber tyres which then, in turn, skidded rigid against the bitumen road beneath. Like the alarm call of a sentinel meerkat alerting his pack to an approaching predator, the fidgity mass of cyclists gathered alongside me at the traffic lights all simultaneously sat upright in their saddles and craned their necks around to discover the source of the alarm.
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