I'm with ktd on this. On Sunday I was accelerating hard (ok, chasing an R1) in third when I crested a rise and the front just popped up

. Seemed like ages (but probably wasn't) before it came down again. Seeing how I was the wrong (right?) side of the ton, for a second I visualised aerodynamic forces taking over and flipping it. Probably over-reacting, but I wasn't half tense for the rest of the ride.
Previous Sunday a deer popped out of the hedge right in front of me. I swear it was the size of a cow! At this rate I might get back into hang gliding - this biking's getting too risky!