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| SCREEEECH... CRASH!!! |  | Category: Personal
Thursday, October 11th, 2001 @ 06:50 pm
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 Well, not only is that a good butt, and I'm guessing a cool bike, but it has a certain symbolism. It seems that friday, after the hustle and bustle of the work week, I was riding home on my bike and came upon a nice fat ass traffic jam about 10 or so blocks from my house. Now, I'm usually the most cautious of riders, but it being stand still traffic, and feeling that 'close proximity to domicile' aura of saftey, I made a mistake.
I got permission from some car's driver to cut across her lane in front of her to the empty lane on the far side of her's (which I needed to be in to go home anyway). While edging out into the other lane so I could see if there was any oncoming traffic, a van a couple cars back pulled out into the empty lane and started barreling down. Seeming as I was about at the end of my edging process, the front half of my bike was sticking out in their path, so I had 3 choices:
- Stay and get hit, in the process probably latterally flipping 4-5 time from the impact
- Try and back up in time with leg power (no fucking way)
- Gun it and try to snake in front of them
As any sane person would do, I tried to cut em off, get in front of them and go faster as to not get creamed.
Well... I got creamed. While I was still in the approach angle, the corner of their bumper smacked at right about the middle of my back wheel and we both (me and the bike) went down for the count. My bike and about a foot or so of my legs went under the van (lucky missing the Wheels Of Certain Death by Big-Assed 70's Dodge Van) and got uncerimoniously dragged for a couple of feet while they calmly slowed to a stop.
 It wasn't over yet though. They immediately jumped out and started hurling every profanity they could grasp at me, all the while, I was of course still underneath their fucking bumper, pinned to the ground by my bike. I finnally dragged myself up, them still cursing me out, and started checking myself for missing limbs. At about this time the woman who let my cut across in front of her rolled down her window and started cursing them out for not seeing if I was hurt before they started laying into me with the insults. They stood there with a stupid look on their faces for a second then peeped "So, are you OK?" I was so pumped on adrenaline, and so not in the mood to deal with the type of people who drive a Dodge Van from the 70's that I just accepted blamed, dragged my shit up and drove off. Now my taillight is really fucking broken. Life sucks.
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