I'll set the scene: This morning coming down Constitution Hill at about 20-25 mph, roads wet with the first leaves of autumn lurking around, oozing greasy, slippery muck everywhere, Various cabs /cars/bikes behind. All of a sudden the very nice De Rosa in front looses his pump, a full sized affair. It seemed to taunt me bouncing along down the hill just in front of me threatening to imbed itself in one of my wheels. In the end I have no option that to go straight over it, trying to make myself as light as possible. Question. Was I right to kack my pants.