A subject near and dear to my heart, and closer still to my ribs, skull, and persistant thigh dent; alas the cause of my crash in September.

I don't know why that driver didn't just GO. It was his turn and everything, and if it isn't my right of way (and even if it is) I'd rather be BEHIND the car than in front of it.

He did finally go, after I and my bike were a small pile on the street.
*eye roll*

I was almost all better...until I got the flu.
Now I am like an ancient woman: out of breath, hunched, tired, and can't keep my pants up.