I thought the bumps would send you home.

Each jarring bump sent pain shooting from his tailbone through his spine.

Every bump in the road sent pain shooting through his twisted shoulders.

He moved surely at first, but a sudden bump in the track sent him staggering.

This bump sent the carriage door crashing into its frame like a five-tonne guillotine.

A sudden bump sent him glancing off a smooth aluminum housing and made the others laugh.

As the sled gathered speed, each bump sent it increasingly higher.

A particularly large bump sent the small woman flying for the roof.

A hard bump sent me sprawling to the floor.

Every little bump had sent a lance of pain through it.