Thwack.
So, what's new with me... hmm. let's think. Oh, right, I remember.
I got hit by a car last night.
I was riding my bike down SE Ankeny at 1am, looking forward to meeting with Cannon downtown (having spent the last few hours beating my head against my stupid math class). I didn't want to arrive all out of breath and sweaty so I took it at a slow leisurely pace. From about 18th Ave to 13th going west, Ankeny has speed bumps, and as I was coasting along downhill a vehicle took up something close to my pace.
My thought was that they were just going slow on all the speedbumps and I left plenty of room for them to pass me, but just after the intersection of Ankeny St and 14th Ave, I saw their headlights turn toward me; they swerved and touched their car to my bike, which of course made me crash.
I was absolutely dumbstruck, fumbling on the ground with my bike, and I looked up at their vehicle to see a passenger with a stupid expression on his face. Was it a look of shock? Was he jeering? He kinda muttered, "Oh, oh." The car slowed just a bit while he gaped at me, then it drove off. I shouted in fury, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"
I didn't have the presence of mind to get the license plate number... I was just completely overwhelmed with the experience of being hit and run, and on purpose too. They matched my pace, they nudged me off my bike, then they took off. The assholes.
So I sat on a treeroot off the curb and collected myself. A pedestrian who was further up the street stopped and asked if I was okay. I was quite clearly upset and told him they must have done it on purpose.. he was at a loss, apologized for not getting their license plate number, and humbly resumed his walk up the street.
I called Cannon and he headed over to fetch me in his car. My bike was damaged, the rims bent enough so that the wheels will not spin very well, and the front tire is deflated. While I was waiting for Cannon, I called home and got Bennet out of bed with my ranting. He gave me some advice to take care of my wounds.
We called the police and made a report, but it was non-emergency and since I didn't get the license plate number there's probably not much that can be done.
I must have been in some kind of shock because upon drinking some water and taking some advil I lost my dinner. o_o;
But anyway, now I'm taking it slow. I've got some bruises in my side, some road rash there too, some scratches on the palms of my hands. I'll get better, I'll get my bike fixed, and I'll start riding again. But for now it's ow. ow ow ow.
The assholes. :P
I got hit by a car last night.
I was riding my bike down SE Ankeny at 1am, looking forward to meeting with Cannon downtown (having spent the last few hours beating my head against my stupid math class). I didn't want to arrive all out of breath and sweaty so I took it at a slow leisurely pace. From about 18th Ave to 13th going west, Ankeny has speed bumps, and as I was coasting along downhill a vehicle took up something close to my pace.
My thought was that they were just going slow on all the speedbumps and I left plenty of room for them to pass me, but just after the intersection of Ankeny St and 14th Ave, I saw their headlights turn toward me; they swerved and touched their car to my bike, which of course made me crash.
I was absolutely dumbstruck, fumbling on the ground with my bike, and I looked up at their vehicle to see a passenger with a stupid expression on his face. Was it a look of shock? Was he jeering? He kinda muttered, "Oh, oh." The car slowed just a bit while he gaped at me, then it drove off. I shouted in fury, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"
I didn't have the presence of mind to get the license plate number... I was just completely overwhelmed with the experience of being hit and run, and on purpose too. They matched my pace, they nudged me off my bike, then they took off. The assholes.
So I sat on a treeroot off the curb and collected myself. A pedestrian who was further up the street stopped and asked if I was okay. I was quite clearly upset and told him they must have done it on purpose.. he was at a loss, apologized for not getting their license plate number, and humbly resumed his walk up the street.
I called Cannon and he headed over to fetch me in his car. My bike was damaged, the rims bent enough so that the wheels will not spin very well, and the front tire is deflated. While I was waiting for Cannon, I called home and got Bennet out of bed with my ranting. He gave me some advice to take care of my wounds.
We called the police and made a report, but it was non-emergency and since I didn't get the license plate number there's probably not much that can be done.
I must have been in some kind of shock because upon drinking some water and taking some advil I lost my dinner. o_o;
But anyway, now I'm taking it slow. I've got some bruises in my side, some road rash there too, some scratches on the palms of my hands. I'll get better, I'll get my bike fixed, and I'll start riding again. But for now it's ow. ow ow ow.
The assholes. :P