Well, part of me is kind of freaked out about getting back on the bike, but realistically I don't really plan on riding on streets like that again (NOT bike-friendly) and I now know that I need to keep more of an eye out and not be too cocky on the road. I wish it hadn't happened though, regardless.
My knee has a giant bruise on it and my fingers are really sore. Head hurts a little too, mostly to touch. Probably had a minor concussion, but not much can be done about that.
After the guy dropped me at my house he asked me to call him later that night and let him know how I was, but I never called him. I thought about calling him and yelling something like "The doctor told me I would never play the piano again!" and hanging up, but I decided that it would probably be better to avoid a bitter, awkward conversation and put it off alltogether.
Er, sorry for the essay.
Anyway, count me in for the 8-track, I recently came across my player while digging through my basement.