kellichou
10-12-2006, 07:05 PM
Well, this morning marks my 2nd wipe-out, and the first bicycle-car
accident (and hopefully my last!).
It's 6:20 in the morning. I'm riding from my house to work, and waiting to cross where the city directs ped/bike traffic for the state park (I'm in the Denver/Metro area of Colorado, USA). I typically ride about 10 miles through city bike trails to work. It is an awesome ride, one that I've been doing for only about a month. I ride with the flow of traffic, and cross at crosswalks at busier intersections. I do everything by the book.
Even though I'm lit up like a frickin' Christmas tree (orange cycling
jacket w/ reflective trim, backpack with reflective trim, helmet with
headlight, flashing red light on my backpack, reflective short details
and reflective shoes), apparently this 50s ish guy doesn't see me.
And turns right into me, as I'm crossing in the crosswalk. WTF?
My [well, my twin sister's, actually] bike is pretty messed up. I have a scraped knee & bruises. But I am ok, have the guy's license plate, name & cell phone #. He says he will fix my bike. And if he doesn't, I have recourse by way of the police claim #, because I filed a claim with the local police.
I wish I had done what I usually do, and paused & looked to ensure he saw me BEFORE I went ahead. Ach!
I am just glad the motorist stopped. As he drove to pull over in the morning rush hour traffic, I jogged behind his car, carrying the bike with its horribly bent front wheel, bleeding, memorizing his license plate # in case he fled. And once he & I were talking, i pulled out the index cards & pen I keep in my emergency bag in my backpack, to write down his contact info, and his licence plate #.
The motorist was very nice. He asked me repeatedly if I was okay, and reassured me he would take care of my bike. I made it a point to shake his hand before he left, thanking him for stopping for me. Some people wouldn't.
I ended up carrying the bike home (front wheel wouldn't move), chatting with the officer who I contacted, and then eventually driving to school (I'm a 6th grade teacher). What a crappy day! But I am glad to be otherwise okay.
Oh, and my kitty-cat Boo jumped on the policeman's shoulder! This was the officer who responded to my call for a police report. He did NOT seem pleased. Oops! She does that to almost everyone. What can I say, she's a weird cat. I locked my bad kitty in the bathroom, and apologized. I
apologized again when he left, and he seemed slightly bemused by it.
So that was good.
Again, I am glad that it did not turn out too badly. I am fortunate to only have scrapes & bruises.
And the good news is, my bike shop says that I should get a new bike! They contacted the motorist for me, and I should get a new bike, because I have an "entry level" bike, and it would surely cost more to repair the bike than to replace it. So I am happy.
Again, I have learned a hard lesson about being careful. And that I am one lucky girl, to have only a few bumps & bruises. I'm just glad I was wearing my helmet, like I always do; and that it was a low-speed, low-impact crash. Nam myoho renge kyo!
accident (and hopefully my last!).
It's 6:20 in the morning. I'm riding from my house to work, and waiting to cross where the city directs ped/bike traffic for the state park (I'm in the Denver/Metro area of Colorado, USA). I typically ride about 10 miles through city bike trails to work. It is an awesome ride, one that I've been doing for only about a month. I ride with the flow of traffic, and cross at crosswalks at busier intersections. I do everything by the book.
Even though I'm lit up like a frickin' Christmas tree (orange cycling
jacket w/ reflective trim, backpack with reflective trim, helmet with
headlight, flashing red light on my backpack, reflective short details
and reflective shoes), apparently this 50s ish guy doesn't see me.
And turns right into me, as I'm crossing in the crosswalk. WTF?
My [well, my twin sister's, actually] bike is pretty messed up. I have a scraped knee & bruises. But I am ok, have the guy's license plate, name & cell phone #. He says he will fix my bike. And if he doesn't, I have recourse by way of the police claim #, because I filed a claim with the local police.
I wish I had done what I usually do, and paused & looked to ensure he saw me BEFORE I went ahead. Ach!
I am just glad the motorist stopped. As he drove to pull over in the morning rush hour traffic, I jogged behind his car, carrying the bike with its horribly bent front wheel, bleeding, memorizing his license plate # in case he fled. And once he & I were talking, i pulled out the index cards & pen I keep in my emergency bag in my backpack, to write down his contact info, and his licence plate #.
The motorist was very nice. He asked me repeatedly if I was okay, and reassured me he would take care of my bike. I made it a point to shake his hand before he left, thanking him for stopping for me. Some people wouldn't.
I ended up carrying the bike home (front wheel wouldn't move), chatting with the officer who I contacted, and then eventually driving to school (I'm a 6th grade teacher). What a crappy day! But I am glad to be otherwise okay.
Oh, and my kitty-cat Boo jumped on the policeman's shoulder! This was the officer who responded to my call for a police report. He did NOT seem pleased. Oops! She does that to almost everyone. What can I say, she's a weird cat. I locked my bad kitty in the bathroom, and apologized. I
apologized again when he left, and he seemed slightly bemused by it.
So that was good.
Again, I am glad that it did not turn out too badly. I am fortunate to only have scrapes & bruises.
And the good news is, my bike shop says that I should get a new bike! They contacted the motorist for me, and I should get a new bike, because I have an "entry level" bike, and it would surely cost more to repair the bike than to replace it. So I am happy.
Again, I have learned a hard lesson about being careful. And that I am one lucky girl, to have only a few bumps & bruises. I'm just glad I was wearing my helmet, like I always do; and that it was a low-speed, low-impact crash. Nam myoho renge kyo!