Originally Posted by takenreasy

This morning I was stationary waiting for a light when a new young driver “didn’t see me” as she was turning off the main road to go on the parallel service road on the other side of me. Luckily, at the last second, out the corner of my eye, I saw her and inched up just enough for the impact to be with my steel rear rack and not my leg. Even so, I was knocked down pretty good but only suffered one healthy gash on my leg and a couple of smaller ones along with a sore shoulder and back. During the “I didn’t see yous” and the “I’m sorrys” from the driver and her little sister, who was the front seat passenger while the adult mom was in the back with her phone (no mystery there why I was hit by a new driver), I was unleashing f-bombs because I was so pissed. I thought of what happened when I was hit a year or so ago. In that incident, a Sheriff passing by witnessed the entire event. He called the EMTs and told me to stay on the ground because it was the driver of the car who was at fault. Two rescue squads, one fire truck and four cop cars later and the verdict was no one was at fault. So, this time I wasn’t willing to go through all of that since I appeared to not have any broken bones etc. So, I rode off with my rear wheel rubbing because the quick release had be knocked loose and the front wheel rubbing because a kind of quick release on my fender mount had come loose. Both issues easily corrected once I got away from the crash site. Afterwards I was somewhat upset about how I handled the situation since over my many years of commuting I thought my reaction to all of the stupid stuff had become just things to be ignored. I was focused on getting to work and not wasting time calling the cops. Of course, the cops might have been able to educate the adult mom how to prevent her daughter from killing someone. I guess it’s my bad for not investing the time for that process to happen. On the bright side, maybe the girl will be scared straight and not run into people.