The cunt who ran over my Dad, got a day in a classroom learning how not to run over cyclists. Turns out he might not be insured, but difficult to confirm as the fucker has gone missing. My Dad just shrugs his shoulders, can't trust the coppers or insurance companies. He was told he wouldn't be back on a bike for 12 months, said he's not got time to hang around and was back on his other bike in 6 weeks. Legend.
