This morning shortly before 6am I was attacked on the Woodstock bridge, I have very little recollection of the incident other than seeing a guy running towards me seemingly brandishing a knife, and the next moment waking bleeding in the middle of the road. Fortunately all they took was my phone from my jersey pocket.
To the three cyclists who stopped and helped me get to hospital, I will be eternally grateful.
Riding around the peninsula on a Sunday morning used to be favourite Sunday excursion. I guess I will have to find another route now
