On March 21, 2016 a Nissan Altima showed me and my Karate Monkey just who’s boss. We had quite the lesson in physics that evening. F=u+cked. This is a pic I snapped last night from the car’s perspective.
It took a fraction of a second for the whole thing to go down. The inattentiveness of the driver to STOP before left hand turning started me on a journey that has already taken hundreds of hours of my life.
I don’t honestly believe the driver set out to hit a fellow human. There was no cyclist hate. He was simply in a hurry to get his daughter to an activity and wasn’t entirely focused on piloting a 2-ton vehicle for a few moments.
I couldn’t do anything differently. I was wearing hi-vis clothing and there was ample daylight. I had stopped, determined it was safe to proceed, and was starting. I was ½ way through an offset intersection heading eastbound (from the left) as the car was traveling westbound (from the right.) I was hit on the left side from the head-on direction.
It’s now been a year and a day. I’m not angry at the driver. Truthfully though, I am disappointed. And really confused. The way insurance works, there’s no room to admit fault or offer a true condolence. I should not have been hit by this person (I know more about the situation than I’m willing to disclose on the internet). I don’t know if his life was altered from this experience. I do know mine has.
I get tired of people telling me “Change is good.” whenever a situation doesn’t go as one would like. Change is change. It’s not inherently good or bad. It’s just makes things different. The change in my life as a result of this experience has been mixed. I definitely can’t say it’s all been good.
One of my first rides back was with a friend. He said, “Sometimes we have experiences for no apparent reason other than to test what we’re made of.”
The above picture was from my ride last night- March 22, 2017. I broke out the ungeared 36″ uni and put in over 30 miles. The shot is blurry as I was running out of daylight and was still several miles out so I snapped it while riding.
As frustrated as I’ve been from being hit, I’m thankful I can still ride.
Cars are dangerous.