I had finished my run. I was 30 seconds away from my shed where I store my bikes. I saw the guy. He came out a bit but saw me and stopped. I swerved to the oncoming lane to get around him. And when I was ten meters away he jumped on the gas. I had no time to go for his boot or bonnet where i could have jumped over. So I had no choice but to lay it down. Never my preffered option. Strait into his drivers door. Anywho on the table for four hours while they stiched me up. Bloody sore now the peth has worn off.