Well today was interesting; I got hit by a car. I was riding through a little English town of Woodley, and coming up to a zebra crossing and lollipop lady. A little orange car started pulling out towards me from a right hand street, and I braked and blew my (extremely loud 130db horn), and they kept on coming. Their back-right side nudged me off my bike, which fell to the ground, and I tripped onto the ground.
By the time I’d got up and was checking damage of the bike, the woman who’d hit me came up, shaking, white as a sheet, and with hands held to mouth. So far I seem to have ended up as good as can ever be hoped for a car-on-bike collision… just a sore wrist, scuffed knee, and aching back (waiting to see what aches tomorrow morning!). The bike is a bit scrapped and bruised from the fall too, but was ridable home, and the insurance is looking to come and repair it, and provide a replacement bike.
It was flagrantly the driver’s fault, and there is no dispute over liability, but I feel a bit bad as a biker that I hadn’t managed to pre-empt/anticipate and avoid it (although I guess I managed to evade to some extent). I was wearing a big reflective orange jacket. Needless to say I have a renewed sense of the stupidity of drivers.
I got home and told of my first getting-hit-by-car experience.
Other notable events for today are seeing a fox, and a shooting star. Both during a night time ramble around the village I’m staying in.
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