Making it look like an 'accident'.

One attempt does not prove homicidal tendencies. It could be so easily be put down to accident, or my clumsiness. The second attempt proves all.

I cycled home from work, and decided to take a slightly different route. The route I took involves a steepish downhill, then a sharp turn into my street. The turn is narrow, and cuts through grass. I took this route, perfectly safely, with no incident, coming home from my parents. I thought safe, to take the following day, after work. The day was hot, so I didn't wear my jacket. In retrospect, this was a mistake. I was unarmoured for the first time since it's intital attempt. The bike saw my weakness, and took a chance.


As I cycled- moderately sedately- down the fourth steepest hill in my hometown, I attempted to take the sharp turn into our street. The bike, despite a perfect angle, missed the small cut-through and propelled me straight into a small gap between a brick wall and a tree. It was a close fit, and despite applying the brake liberally, I knew I'd collide with one or the other, probably the brick wall.

With survival instincts working fast, I decided a grazed hand was better than a head injury, and stuck my left hand out to save myself. The bike stopped, and collapsed against the tree. I spent ten minutes extracting myself and it, glad no-one could see me. Then I looked at my hand. I was bleeding. Rather a lot. I looked like a particularly inept and clumsy self-harmer.

2nd blood to the bike. I think I'll wearing a leather jacket from now on, regardless of the weather.

I'm Kitten, and my bike is trying to kill me.