I totally got hit by a car today.
I was pedaling along 5th west on the sidewalk, which I guess was my first mistake. As I approached the hospital, there was a line of cars attempting to leave. One guy was pulled up past the side walk and almost into the road, attempting to turn right. There was another guy just a little bit on the sidewalk. He saw me coming, and backed up a smidge. As I passed in front of him, I gave him a small, wave of appreciation. In mid wave, another vehicle came careening into the parking lot from the road. We would be consequentially meeting in the middle.
Several things went through my head in that moment. Mostly, "oh shit."
I hit the breaks, which meant I pedaled in the reverse direction. It felt like slow motion as my back tire locked, and a loud piercing screech emanated from beneath me. I realized (somewhere between the shit and the screech) that I lacked adequate breaking power to avoid collision with the evil vehicle. Right about the time my tire/fender was directly in front of the vehicle, the collision occurred, sending me awkwardly spilling into the handlebars/driver's side car fender.
An expletive might have escaped my lips.
I look at the lady, who by this time had a rather horrified expression on her face. She rolled down the window and inquired as to my well being. I was OK. I asked her if she was OK. I looked at the car, and there seemed not to be any real damage done. Not being entirely sure who was at fault, I had a keen desire to make a quick escape. She seemed a bit confused as to what action to take, so I said, "Hey, if you're good, I'm good. Are you good?" To which she kind of nodded. At which point I said, "OK. Just move ahead then."
She did. I pedaled away.
Shortly after, I righted my slightly crooked fender, followed by a crotchial power cling with the front tire in order to straighten the handlebars.
In the end, no harm done. I am way more concerned with the fact that I have lost my two favorite lip balms this week. Now I am left with a lousy Burt's Bees honey stick. Which is seriously like wiping a crumbly bee hive all over my mouth. Except for less dusty, and fewer stings.