Another bike crash

I crashed my bike, again.
his fault though, not mine ~ Mr Cab Driver wa snot paying attention
He turned right accross my path without even indicating and i smashed into his cabs arse and did a big spazzy fall into the middle of the road
I jump up pumped up with adrenalin but, as I am a gentleman who never loses his cool or his temper, I brush my self down and stroll up the road to chat to this fellow about road safety and recompense.

...or in real life

I am waving my folded up bike above my head in the middle of the road, like the hulk would do with a tank or a bit of a bridge, and I am shouting "PULL UP YOU CUNT - I GOT YOUR FUCKING NUMBER".

Anyway, he pulls up 30 yards or so away and i am off at him, still brandishing my crumpled bike as if a weapon, spitting blood and fury all the way. When I get up to the cab I'm met the nicest chap who has ever made an attempt at my life, he is already out the cab and is almost grovelling at me asking how he can sort it out and how much money i want not to phone the police - he's already got all the money he had in his wallet out and given it to me before offering me a lift home with the promise of paying the full bill when i find out what it is >>crumbs.

We are stuck in traffic on the Stoke Newington high st when the adrenalin starts to ware off. in the back of his cab I start to feel a bit hot and sick as I come to the realisation that he really would have been better off waiting for the police as I am the wrong side of 5 pints and don't have any lights on my bike.

so, having done less than a hundred miles on this fucking bike i have already added a rear brake and free-wheel, changed both tyres, one inner tube the callipers, levers and cables and now i need a new front wheel and fork. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you, the new, Trigger's Broom.