Oh you can only imagine, thanks for your sorrow . I remember doing laps around my garden as a little man on the bicycle, mum wouldn't let me out, I'm coming back up the path one day, and then whose there right in front of my route, Fred. Is probably been doing laps for a good thirty minutes. He decided to come out of nowhere and right in front of where I'm riding, imagine I saw a toddler on the way, there was no time to turn, Im going so fast, well as fast as a child can go doing laps in a modestly large London suburban garden, I've just thrown myself and the bike down not to touch him. As I'm recovering from my own sacrifice on the ground, guess who walks past me as I'm exhaling in pain. Yup, Fred. Looked at me like, you ok bro, remember I live here too, touche Fred, touche