Julie - 2. Cars - 0.
Tonight I was commuting home on 900 East. I got to the intersection of 5600 South and a chick who couldn't have been older than 18 in a convertible beetle (oh lord. not that again.) was turning left and about nailed me. Skated out of that collision all right. Julie - 1. Car - 0.
Oh it gets better. So I'm paranoid already and stuff like that doesn't help. I get further south on 900 East... Cars are packed bumper to bumper all the way up to Fort Union. I almost get there when all of a sudden I see a car turning left through two lanes of stopped traffic (not a smart thing to do during rush hour) and I'm destined to nail it.
It's interesting to me what goes on in the mind when bad things are about to ensue. I hit my brakes REALLY HARD to where I'm skidding toward the cars front right quarter. All I'm thinking is "I need to stop!!" and "I can't hit the car dead on or else my bike will be jacked and so will I." Still doing my damnedest to slow down I start to turn left so I hit my right side instead of head on and some way... some how... I end up on the front of the car on my right side still attached to my bike. Didn't dent the car and didn't jack up me or my bike. ???? My right hand and forearm don't feel so great but I'm in one piece.
I got back on my bike and yelled really loudly "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" and rode around the back of the car and back to the right side of the road again. I heard the guy driving yell at me "Hey Miss, are you OK?" I yelled back "Don't fucking do that ever again!!!"
I got to the intersection of Ft. Union and 900 East and stopped at the light. A woman pulled up next to me and asked "Are you OK? I saw what happened back there and I don't know how you pulled that off. Wow. Are you OK?" I looked at her and said "Yeah. I'm fine." At that moment my whole body started to shake. Almost convulsions. I looked back at her and said "Actually no. I'm not so well."
I rode to Creek road and turned left and pulled off onto a patch of grass in the shade and laid there for a good ten minutes sort of a mess. I couldn't ride my bike I was shaking so badly. I'm one lucky beeyatch. In that 10 minute span, I kept saying to myself "That's it. I'm never riding my bike to work again. Ever." Julie - 2. Car - 0.
I'll be over that in the morning for the commute in. Stupid drivers. You all be careful out there. Buncha idiots with their heads up their asses behind the wheel. Usually in that contest, the score goes the other way.
Peace. MJ.
Oh it gets better. So I'm paranoid already and stuff like that doesn't help. I get further south on 900 East... Cars are packed bumper to bumper all the way up to Fort Union. I almost get there when all of a sudden I see a car turning left through two lanes of stopped traffic (not a smart thing to do during rush hour) and I'm destined to nail it.
It's interesting to me what goes on in the mind when bad things are about to ensue. I hit my brakes REALLY HARD to where I'm skidding toward the cars front right quarter. All I'm thinking is "I need to stop!!" and "I can't hit the car dead on or else my bike will be jacked and so will I." Still doing my damnedest to slow down I start to turn left so I hit my right side instead of head on and some way... some how... I end up on the front of the car on my right side still attached to my bike. Didn't dent the car and didn't jack up me or my bike. ???? My right hand and forearm don't feel so great but I'm in one piece.
I got back on my bike and yelled really loudly "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" and rode around the back of the car and back to the right side of the road again. I heard the guy driving yell at me "Hey Miss, are you OK?" I yelled back "Don't fucking do that ever again!!!"
I got to the intersection of Ft. Union and 900 East and stopped at the light. A woman pulled up next to me and asked "Are you OK? I saw what happened back there and I don't know how you pulled that off. Wow. Are you OK?" I looked at her and said "Yeah. I'm fine." At that moment my whole body started to shake. Almost convulsions. I looked back at her and said "Actually no. I'm not so well."
I rode to Creek road and turned left and pulled off onto a patch of grass in the shade and laid there for a good ten minutes sort of a mess. I couldn't ride my bike I was shaking so badly. I'm one lucky beeyatch. In that 10 minute span, I kept saying to myself "That's it. I'm never riding my bike to work again. Ever." Julie - 2. Car - 0.
I'll be over that in the morning for the commute in. Stupid drivers. You all be careful out there. Buncha idiots with their heads up their asses behind the wheel. Usually in that contest, the score goes the other way.
Peace. MJ.
posted by Mistress Julie at 7:31 PM
7 Comments:
I know that feeling ... in SF I got hit 3 times; and had fuck-all-knows how many close encounters.
One time was bad; jacked the bike, and put me in PT for about 3 months. The other two times, the car got damaged more than I did, primarily because I beat the shit out of the cars (one Mercedes, one Lexus) with my U-lock before taking off.
Then there was the time when I got even with a close encounter by hucking my lock through the rear window ... shattered the fucker and the lock ended up inside the car.
Just this morning I'm on my way home from training, hot, tired and in a hurry, and as I'm going through a rough, train track infested intersection where I've been hit by a car before, I hear one coming up behind me and accelerating. I know this jerk is planning on cutting me off so he can turn right. Really pissed me off, so I move over into the middle of the lane and "signal" with attitude. It was really rewarding to hear him lock up the brakes behind me.
even though you are not a gymnast, get back on the horse!
ahhhh... but I WAS a gymnast... and an equestrienne for YEARS. I'll be riding to work in the morning.
My right side feels sort of jacked up at the moment. I've tried medicating myself with a few beers. I'll see how I feel tomorrow but the plan for now is ride in.
:)
coincidentally, mistress j--
two of my friends were struck from behind, full-on, at 630 this morning. guy hit them like he was picking up the 8-10 split, each one hitting a headlight, the windshield, and then bouncing onto the ground. one on the pavement, and the other into the ditch.
they're fucked up badly.
driver didn't even get out of the truck,
but just sat there.
he knows the county attorney.
charges are STILL "pending."
i spent a few hours there this morning,
and then went back tonight after the group ride.
drivers are fucking idiots.
this guy says "he didn't see them."
WELL WHAT THE FUCKING ARE YOU DOING BEHIND THE FUCKING WHEEL OF A TRUCK,
YOU STUPID FUCKING MORON?
of course, these are just MY opinions. i doubt that ANYbody feels like i do about stupid fucking drivers.
I concur Rev, if you can't see shit in front of you in a car. TAKE THE BUS. You should not have a license.
If I can use the excuse of "I didn't see them" I wouldn't have to be responsible for anything. Ever. Give me a break.
8 10 split sounds nasty... I hope your friends end up OK and I hope Mr. "Friend of the County Attorney" gets what's coming to him and doesn't get let off the hook.
The planets must have been in alignment yesterday.
They were IN alignment for you. You rode away under your own power. If they were out of alignment, you wouldnt have been able to.
The shaking happens when the adrenaline surge stops. Happened to me a couple of times. Its a GOOD sign. Means you can control it when while in trouble.
iDouche
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