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Day 83 My Bike Got Hit


I got hit by a car today riding my bike to work.  Luckily the only damage seems to be my front wheel is bent completely out of shape.  I just put a brand new head light on the handle bars last night so I can light up the dark portions of my ride too!  I had 2 lights on in front, 2 blinking red lights on the back and just in case, wearing an orange reflective vest.  No matter.  If you’re not going to stop at a stop sign you’re going to hit people walking or riding.  He didn’t even make an attempt to stop.  It was slow enough that I tried to pull my bike out of harm’s way but he just didn’t stop fast enough and my wheel slid under his wheel.  Fuck.

It was 5:30 in the morning and I was yelling at him that he has to stop at stop signs.  “I did a roly poly stop, I guess I have to know that there are bike riders out early in the morning.”

Really?  He said that?  He was a nice enough guy and was apologetic and let me take pictures of all of his documents.  He even offered cash to fix my bike so I couldn’t be a complete bitch the whole time.  I just kept thinking my ride to work was screwed now because of this and I’ll have to walk my bike all the way there.  I was able to ride it though and it was a wobbly ride.  But I didn’t get hurt and one second later there could have been some serious damage.  So thank you my guardian angels for protecting me from the metal monsters this morning.  I really dig riding my bike to work and I don’t want to have to worry about getting whacked by traffic.  That takes the fun out of it!

1.       I’m grateful my guardian angels pushed me out of the way of serious damage.

2.       I’m grateful it was just a four way stop sign he ran and not a red light.

3.       I’m grateful I’m alive and all in one piece!

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