Hit by a car again this summer on my bike. This time the motorist decided he didn't want to wait for me so he honked once and then drove by me, hitting me and pinning me between his Mercedes and parked cars. I put my foot down to keep from falling over. He drove over it. My adrenaline surged. He sped off, rap blaring from his car.
I tried to get the license tag to no avail and he turned and was gone. I pedaled to find him, but no luck. I jumped off my bike and pulled off my now blackend, grease-ridden shoe to see if my foot still worked. It does, somehow. It hurts, but the piggies still wiggle and it isn't swollen. Yet I felt an entire car roll over my foot. I can now say I know what that feels like. Silver lining I suppose.
All it does is teach me to be a better biker and smash the guys window next time he tries something like that.
Somehow I like that it happened as it made me think about dying, or maybe walking with a limp for the rest of my life. It made me think about people I care about. People I miss. People I love. Have I told them all that I love them? Not all of them. Better get on that...
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