If I told you that, Nhatt, you'd laugh, so I won't.
I came very close to drilling 2 women today. Traffic was chock a block on the high street, and I'm filtering down the middle, approaching a pedestrian crossing, there's a bus next to me, the lights are on green, there's cars part-blocking the crossing, and I can't see if there are any peds... I ring my bell and go for it, and YO! Some wench appears in front of me. I slam the front brake and endo, I'm surprised I didn't go over and land on her, it was so close.
No, really, I almost took out an entire japanese family once. they were all holding hands and stepped out in front of me, I managed to hit dad, brush against mum and miss the 8 year old daugher, but I stopped anyways and I started yelling at them, saying "What if i'd been a motor bike? What are you thinking? What are you teaching your daughter?!" while gesturing wildly at the daughter....before I realized they didn't speak any english and I was just some freaky pink haired loony pointing at their kid and screaming.
A girl once stepped out in front of me on a cobbled street in the pissing rain, I was riding a bike with disc brakes so I slammed them on, locked both wheels and kept on going at roughly the same speed. When I hit her I knocked her out of her shoes and into a fairly deep puddle. After I came to a halt I went back and picked up her, her bag and her shoes and other stray items of clothing, then while walking her to a nearby bench ( a full two minutes after the collision ) she fainted, out cold, and landed in another puddle. I struggled with her deadweight body and bag for a while trying to get her into shelter, the only help I got, apart from funny looks, was from a Big issue seller who understandably didn’t want to put his magazines down in the rain so all he really did was hold her flopping head upright while I tried to keep the rest of her off the wet ground. Eventually a bouncer from a nearby Posh Ladies shop saw what was going on and came out, threw the girl over his shoulder and took her inside. She regained consciousness inside the shop and immediately started crying but said it was her fault and wasn’t hurt apart from a few bruises and emotional scarring. Seeing the shop assistants fussing over her I decided it was time to make an exit but before I left I told her I’d put her on the guestlist at the nightclub I was working at that weekend. She didn’t turn up.