the thing about it is, he didn't stick around. it was just the wrong place at the wrong time...(the transit cops' van was RIGHT there, and the bike cop was pretty close already. the driver actually jumped out of the ambulance to chase him down, as he started riding the wrong way down newbury, she grabbed his messenger bag and slowed him down enough so the bike cop could slam him against a semi truck, then they took him down with his feet still clipped into the pedals. that was a great birthday, i tell you what.

that kid had a really ****ty year actually...after that happened, he couldn't work for a while in boston because his license got suspended, so he worked in cambridge, and got a couple hefty tickets for running red lights (same cop got him twice in two weeks...and it wasn't very smart of him to ask the cop "don't you have anything better to do!?" on the second offense). then he broke his jaw, he wrecked his car because someone else was a dumbass, his car then got stolen (he got it back but it was pretty much totalled, insurance paid him $3000 or something like that to take it away), then he got his work bike and a new (to him) pinarello road bike with full pantographed campy parts on it that he hadn't even had a chance to ride stolen...he got his work bike back (a black harry havnoonian with all black phils) but he never saw that pin. again.

hammye: if you couriered in boston, you might know who i'm talking about...he's a great kid and i miss the hell out of him.