I only remember that it was red.
Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
I was told the one that hit me was an LTD.
it was a truck, broke my left leg, knocked me across 5 lanes of traffic. lucky it was a red light he had just run, so there was no one to hit me.
the other time i hit a cop car, they tried to charge me with assaulting an officer, mom said they could have me if they were going to pay the medical bills, it including an eeg and a mri. the cops decided I was not cost effective because my medical bill was higher than any charges they could have pressed, so they dropped every warrant i had in the area and let me go. if i didn't have bad luck, i wouldn't have any
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I was only 6 so I can't tell you the make and model. All I know is it was a red convertible with a BIG chrome bumper.
It looked something like this:
Although technically, I hit him.
I was doing a fast descent on a steep section of road, took a beautiful fast left and immediately straightened up the bike and hit the brakes for the next right, but the road got steeper and I locked the rear brake (I was going too fast for my knowledge of the road at the time). I did the typical panic reaction of standing it up, continuing to squeeze the rear brake, and target fixating. I crossed the double-yellow line and was heading for a head-on collision but the driver turned right at the last moment, I hit the driver's door and went up in the air, slid on top of the left fender, and landed on my feet behind the car, with the bike still between my legs. My first reaction was to turn my head and say "Sorry!" My second reaction was to think, "Wow, I'm still on my feet. Awesome!" My third reaction was "Ouch! I smashed my finger!"