Normally I ignore Facebook memories, but today I was reminded of this thing that I wrote around eight years ago. It’s a silly bit of writing and the only bit of truth is the first two sentences, and that kind of thing isn’t unusual for a cyclist in Sydney.

Anyway, I figured I’d share this bit of nonsense today.

I hope you enjoy.

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So I was cycling to work this morning when I saw a hoon hooning along. He almost took me out. Now, I was (and still am) really tired and irritable, so I got my power peddling on and went after the guy.

He was much faster than I was, but he hit traffic, so I got to his car and kicked it really hard. He got out and asked me what I was doing, so I said “Mate, you almost took me out you prick”, to which he then started screaming obscenities at me. He then took a swing at me. I took it and then kicked one of his knees.

Hopped on my bike and peddled on. It wasn’t long before he was behind me. So I went onto the footpath. He sped up and went onto it then stopped. Then he hopped out and it was on.

There was much exchange of blows and we had some people watching as well. No one was getting the upper hand, so I ran. He followed.

Eventually I saw Fe with a bottle of zwack and told him what happened. Then he began running with me because the hoon wasn’t far behind.

Anyway, to cut a long story short; the horse.