It hasn't tried to kill me recently, but it has expressed it's displeasure with my existance in a myriad of ways.
It likes to fall on me, lots, even when completely supported. One of the best examples would be cycling up to a friends to feed her cat, I dismount to cross a road, like a good little cyclist (have a biscuit). First, As I try to dsmount it moves away from me, forcing me to get off it in a sort of ungainly hop, like a drunk goose. As I stand beside it, flustered and embarrassed holding it securely with both hands, it jerks it's wheels out and falls into me, badly bruising my legs and feet.
It's Ok, bike, I hate you too.
