 I got back up. I can't bore you with the story. I had dreadful hay fever, the worst kind of hay fever. It produced horrendous nosebleeds. I ditched the bike in the sand. My nose began to bleed. The hay fever began to go. The blood began to congeal with the sand on my face. And they had given me a helmet, of all things, and my hair was sticking out in bunches at the side. Boy, did I look good.