Accidently supined.

Gleneagles, Scotland. A turbulent day inside. Outside, a wee bit of sun.

A man rides a bike as aforementioned sun, softened by a few passing clouds, beams. His mind caught up by such things as even riding a bike in the sun can't vanquish, the sun makes an exit, stage left. The clouds dither about then decide a slight dribble and slight misting is in order. The bike rider mislays his vision.

And bikes into a police officer.

Boom.

The biker falls. His hands and arms are scraped. The asphalt will have to be picked out later by the staff, he thinks. Luckily, his great noggin is protected by a helmet. The Presidential Helmut.

Yes. The briefly supine rider is the President of America. Whilst riding The Presidential Bike, he found himself colliding with the law. The Presidential Bike rode over the officers lawful ankle.

The Presidential Bike suffered. Bush rode back to the hotel in a Presidential Secret Service Vehicle.

Not to be daunted by his brief foray into the world of Presidential Extreme Biking, the President clad himself in his Presidential Tuxedo and attended a dinner hosted by Queen Elizabeth. He showed no signs of Presidential Distress.

It was only year ago that the self same President was cut and bruised after sailing over the Presidential Handlebars while riding the Presidential Mountain Bike at his Presidential Texas Ranch.

Attempting to ride a Segway in 2003, the President went down on his first attempt, but stayed on his feet after a flying leap over the machine. Undeterred, the President got on again and cruised around the driveway with his Presidential Father. Who seemed disinclined to flying.