Flimsy little nothing machine, hold yourself together.
After a terrific afternoon with three of the best dudes that exist, I hopped on my bike and headed to the Orange line, a double-long bus with a dedicated lane running through the valley. This machine operates the same way light-rail would. The busses have a bike rack up front which fits three of those populist machines. Sometimes there's not enough room for all the bikes, so people in the queue will wait for the next bus with room for their bike. There was four of us there, and when I noticed that none of the three of them were putting their bikes on, I realized they were together and bade them go ahead since it made more economic sense for one man to wait instead of three. They were much obliged and I put mine on the fateful bus what came next. 300 yards before my stop, we t-boned a subcompact passenger machine, sent 2 people to the emergency room (and thank the good Lord they made it that far).
I waited around, gave my witness statement, translated for the young man who also had his bicycle totaled, and then walked the rest of the way home, wherein I picked up the car and gave homeboy a ride the rest of the way to work at a delicious little restaurant Mexicali Cocina Cantina.
Now, the good people of the MTA are going to have to replace my bike, my new friend's bike, the bike rack on the bus, maybe the bumper too.
As I was writing this, I saw what was left of my bike on the local news and learned that the injured machines of God are in stable condition at the hospital and expected to recover famously.
I waited around, gave my witness statement, translated for the young man who also had his bicycle totaled, and then walked the rest of the way home, wherein I picked up the car and gave homeboy a ride the rest of the way to work at a delicious little restaurant Mexicali Cocina Cantina.
Now, the good people of the MTA are going to have to replace my bike, my new friend's bike, the bike rack on the bus, maybe the bumper too.
As I was writing this, I saw what was left of my bike on the local news and learned that the injured machines of God are in stable condition at the hospital and expected to recover famously.