Took my first hit today!!.  I was a quarter of a mile from the top of Holme Moss, crawling along (I was knackered), when a white van walloped me on my right arm with his wing mirror!.  How I didn't fall off I'll never know.  Did he stop?, did he heck.  Carried on his merry way.  There's no way he can't have not known he'd hit me 'cos it made a right bang.  Oh well, no harm done, no injuries or anything, just gave me the fright of my life 
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 .  It makes me appreciate when people don't get the reg.  Trust me if I'd have got the reg. he'd know about it.  I'm a bobby 