Saturday, November 10, 2007

The door prize

Got hit by someone opening a car door yesterday right at Queen and Yonge on my way home. Went right over the handlebars.

No, I wasn't listening to my iPod at the time. Yes, I was wearing a helmet.

The only thing hurt was my pride.

And my knee.

Of the many reasons I'm glad I didn't actually die was the fact that I happened to have two big flowers in my bag at the time – one each for my wife and daughter – and I really didn't want that kind of cheap symbolism floating around after my death.


Here's a dramatic re-enactment:

5 comments:

Ognir Rrats said...

Vehicular assault. I hope you filed charges.

Alex said...

Bicycles are dangerous. They shouldn't be allowed on the road.

john macdonald said...

I got taken out by a sneaky streetcar track last Thursday right smack dab in the middle of the King/Bathurst intersection. My pride was severely wounded, my left ankle not so severely, but I still can't walk properly.

Zachariah Wells said...

Didja know that riders wearing helmets have a higher accident rate?

omnivore said...

"two big flowers in my bag at the time – one each for my wife and daughter"

Cheap symbolism that would have put your son in therapy for decades. I see the beginnings of a Giller-winner.