Out in the middle of nowhere, on my recumbent, downhill and with the wind at my tail, I saw the runner ahead and shouted a warning. He was on my side of the road and just as I overtook him he decided to cross. I screamed a final warning, so he saw me at the last moment, but panicked and jumped into me instead of away. I was going 30mph+ when I hit him broadsides with my chainrings (luckily I have a chainring guard), sending him skittling down the road. I had already unclipped and was using my feet as stabilisers, desperately trying to stay upright, with sparks flying from my cleats. My new Hope minis brought me to a halt quickly, so I laid the Hurricane down and went to investigate the heap now sprawled on the verge. Thankfully he was alright, but a bit dazed and it's my guess he'll be nursing several bruises. I mentioned to him about didn't he listen to his Mum when she told him about looking before crossing the road? He, defensively, said something about ringing my bell and I retorted by instructing him that I'd done a lot better than that and was it my fault that he had cloth ears?! But why is it that, with no-one else around and all morning available, we had to 'coincide' at all?