I guess I've finally graduated.
Today at about 3:15 pm, after 25 years of riding, I got hit by a cager.
It wasn't as bad as some people have gotten it, meaning I didn't break anything, but I still hurt pretty bad.
I know some people say when things like that happen it's almost as if time slows down and they get to watch themselves do it in slow-motion, but not for me. As soon as I realized "This guy isn't even gonna look", I had already hit the ground and was back up and checking my bike to see what, if anything, was broken. It all happened so fast and I had so much adrenaline in me, I didn't even consider I might be more f***ed up than I felt.
I thought to myself "I've had worse, besides I gotta get to work" and like the idiot I am, didn't even get the guy's name or insurance or anything. (Stupid, I know, but hey, I was a virgin at this stuff until just today.)
When I finally got to work (yes, I kept going) my boss sent me home with an order to go to the doctor and get checked for a concussion. I very seriously doubt I have one, but my mom, who used to be an RN in her former life, is supposed to wake me up early in the morning and check my eyes, then ask me a series of questions. If I fail either of those "tests" I have to go get a CT scan.
So now I'm sitting here not getting paid, with a ice block against my hip, and I'm actually kind of happy I got sent home. It gave me a chance to wash my road rash, and I'm quite sure I'd be hurting a lot worse if it weren't for the ice and tylenol.
Luckily the bike only ended up with a front tire slightly out of true (I've been planning to change hubs and go disc for a while anyway), but for some reason my speedometer won't work now.
I think if anything though, as soon as it (and me) are fixed up, I'm more determined than ever to end the year with more miles pedaled than driven.
So be careful out there. I know I will be.