singing my life

Yesterday I cold got hit by a car.

I was biking downhill on Rue Rachel when I pulled out in front of a car which had slowed at a stop sign. I presumed it was stopping to let me pass, but that was the wrong thing to presume. As I crossed in front of it, the driver floored it and caused his front bumper to come into direct contact with my rear left wheel-fork post; at around this point in the story I was thinking how shitty this was all going to turn out, for both me and my bicycle. I'm not sure what happened next, but I somehow managed to dissociate myself from the bike, which fell to the ground behind me as I landed, running.

Ten metres later I stopped and turned to survey the wreckage, but no wreckage was to be found. It seems that in one of His softer moments, God had decided to spare me from harm, and to spare my bicycle from serious harm (the exception being a decidedly bent post). The young male driver was kind enough to get out and offer bilingual apologies, but they didn't sound heartfelt and I hope his bumper is at least scratched.

The lesson here: wear a helmet, or don't bike in front of moving cars.