the midnight ridazz metal ride was fu(king great! i mean it. tops! there was an ac/dc tribute band that played. it was BOSS! i looked great, as usual, and took lots of pictures of all the crazy folks who participated. and i even avooided getting hammered.
unfortunately, after an 18 mile ride back and 20 feet from home, my bike decided to have a one night stand with the underside of a honda civic. or rather, it was a bit of date ****, considering my bike wanted nothing to do with the whole thing. i was making a left onto my street and my ride partner was on his way, a bit up the road. as i looked back, i register that the car behind me was not slowing down. here's what went through my mind: it's coming fast. it's not slowing down. it's not gonna stop, it's not gonna stop. oh $h*t! jump!
i threw the bike down and jumped into the next lane (thankfully, deviod of cars) just in time to watch my bike become twisted into an unusable piece of junk.
funny thing is, i recently became very wary of night-time driving and bought a front light (to supplement the reflecter), and an extra flashing red back light. previously i had been taking the crosswalks, pedestrian style, when i neared my home. i felt secure in riding vc because of all the extra lighting. this was the first time i've done this since my "illumination". boy, don't i feel like a tool.
the kid who hit me (my bike, i'm fine) swore it was my fault. tried to say it was an illigal left turn. by his view of the traffic laws, a person can only turn left at an intersection clearly marked as a left turning lane. he said i was like a raccoon who came up out of nowhere and was in the wrong place, although i had been there a minute or so, waiting for the opposing traffic to clear. some people's children. i swear. i had the cops come, but we decided to settle outside of the insurance. i think his mom will end up buying me a new bike. the police report did not fault me.
once again, my luck hits a new low. thank god for my lightning quick reflexes, even in a short skirt and post - apocolyptic, mini - heeled boots.
Speaking of car meets bike,... I was on my way down the most awesome decline came around a turn to find a car in my lane turning left into a sidestreet. I felt I couldn't go behind it, because of other traffic, and a dropoff,... or stop... so I tried to cut in front, and hit the car infront of the front wheel, went onto the hood, and rolled off. YOW..that hurts...but I'm OK, my bike sucks ...definately a wake up call. Does anyone know how to decide who's fault this is?