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you're solitarily riding your bicycle down a luscious "green belt" (american phrase) during midday spring when most people are at work and you are sure to have the outdoors to yourself

the path is far enough into the woods that you're isolated but close enough to suburban homes that others might see you

you've come to a rather steep valley in the "green belt" and you're going down pretty fast and there's a steep upward hill ahead of you that juts to your left so you don't know what might be coming down

you're going fast but staying in your lane (right lane, america) in case someone comes down

a person comes around the corner while you're at the dip of the valley, you don't see him until you're already going full speed (in order to get) uphill

a momentary blackout

you have collided with him

you get on your feet, your 10 speed road bike is 3 feet off the path, a neon green huffy is lying beside you.

you stand up and see a medium sized young man lying in the leaves 15+ feet off of the path. he is a light brown hispanic with beard scruff, close curly hair and an unremarkable face, a light green t-shirt with a NIKE slogan emblazoned on the right breast, heavily stained blue jeans worn out at the cuffs, and black tennis sneakers.

"are you ok?"

he is supine, a faint wheeze is heard in his deep, slow breathes

50 seconds pass, you begin feeling pain in your left shin and right calf, no one has come

the shoe of your right foot is on his throat applying approx 30 psi pressure. the hispanic's hands grab your ankle and you feel strength in his grip but not his effort to remove the foot from his throat. he is looking at your eyes and the color of his skin on his face is approaching violet.