Originally Posted by yarb

...aaand, for my next trick, I'll get smashed into by a car on my return commute, while pulling a zippy manoeuvre at a dangerous intersection where I usually use the pedestrian crossing. Heard the squeal of car brakes, thought oh bollocks, then enjoyed the feeling of still being intact as I flew through the air, then thought well, my bike is certainly ****ed this time, then a glow of joy when I saw it was still in one piece. Driver was a nice bloke. His windshield was a write-off where I impacted it on the driver's side: quite frightening for him. Got out of it with a swollen ankle and a couple of cuts and bruises, I could so easily have been killed. Bike seems fine except the rack is smashed and the rear fender is jammed into the wheel. Had to carry it 3 miles home, will get it properly checked out at the shop tomorrow.

As I was walking home I was feeling this strange, wan mix of elation and relief, thinking of wife and two little kids. Still grinning now; I'll never again complain about my luck.