The Captain Teddy's daycare bus of doom!

In case of any future court action taken against me I think I should set down in writing the events of that tragic day where I mentally scarred a batch of young children for life in the space of 5 seconds.

It was early morning, I was riding to school, travelling at speeds close to Mach I and as I turned onto Yut Fay Avenue something terrible happened. I had looked down at my bike for only a moment but during that time the Captain Teddy's daycare bus had reversed out of a driveway and stopped right in front of me.

Time slowed down and my life flashed before my eyes (again). I squeezed the handbrakes and locked up the tyres. The bike skewed sideways, the wheels buckled and I was thrown forward towards the bus. I crashed into the bus side-on with my shoulder creating a sizable dent in the panel just above the back wheel. My head whipped against the window with spittle flicking across the glass like a slow motion punch in a Rocky movie.

I awoke an instant later sitting on the road with my back against the bus's back tyre looking at my twisted bike. I heard the driver running around to me and the kids crying inside. Apparently my wide-eyed dribbling head coming at the window at significant speed is a bit scary to children.

I limped home and called Dad saying I had hit a bus and I got to stay home from school which was cool. Dad came home straight away thinking I had a broken pelvis and a ruptured pancreas or something but apart from a sore shoulder I was ok. Dad rang up the daycare centre and spoke to Captain Teddy saying my bike was ruined. Captain Teddy cried that he had a massive dent in his bus and numerous mentally scarred children to brainwash by the end of the day. So Dad called it even.

The bus drove around with the big dent for months afterwards and I filled with pride as I pointed and said "See that dent, I did that!". With the hitting of the bus I now had an impressive tally of targets building up including a Volkswagon, a taxi, many bushes and trees, large rocks, gullies, a little girl skipping home from kindergarten and I almost got a motorbike (he was a nimble bugger).

The End.