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:
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Vehicular assault. I hope you filed charges.
Bicycles are dangerous. They shouldn't be allowed on the road.
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.
Didja know that riders wearing helmets have a higher accident rate?
"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.
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