Feeling bruised by these mean streets

It's a Dad's Life: I can't sleep because my ribs are killing me. Cycling through Fairview the other night a genius in a parked Almera decided to fling open his door as I trundled past. I threw the bike to the right but still caught the door with my midriff going by, landing in a bundle in the bus lane. A taxi skidded up, then just sat there with his beams on me, haloed like a lummox, sitting in the road. Login or subscribe for more.

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