and lived to tell the tale. i'm a bad mofo!

no, but seriously...i'm okay. my back wheel was a little out of true, and i'm shaken...the worst injury was emotional...i still had a couple more hours to work, and i just got back out there and rode again, but i was scared. i got a ride out of downtown in order to avoid rush hour traffic. i bought a helmet. i had my wheel trued, i told my partner i loved her, and i'm going to go out tomorrow and start over again.

but i felt sad, after the events in boston recently...i felt sad that it could have been worse, and that we can't be safe, that there are people who go out to work, either riding a bike to work or for work...who have to worry at some point about whether they'll make it home. i felt sad, if i had been hurt worse, you know...i mean...i've met the love of my life...we're set to get married...i can't go now.

and i didn't, and that makes me really happy. maybe the worst thing is that i felt less confident the rest of the day. i can cut lights like mad, find holes in traffic and weave a maze through fast traffic on a busy street. this afternoon i was putting my foot down at all lights and riding sort of slow...i know what i can do. but i'm a little shaken. i'll get over it. mostly right now i'm tired because of the adrenaline rush that's wearing off.

i'm a little achy, but that's it. i fell on black ice a couple weeks back and got hurt worse, only i was drunk and didn't notice.

oh, and how it happened. i was going through a green light, and he was turning left. i thought you were supposed to yield to oncoming traffic, i guess he didn't.