it's been i while since i've been within inches of being a broken, bloody mess beneath the frame of an automobile. years, maybe. until this afternoon. fucking drivers.
seriously - it's like playing russian roulette everytime you step from the curb/cycle in the road; driver's have been fucking nuts, lately. anyway, yuck - that sucks.
yeah, fortunately it was a near-miss and not an actual collision, so i fared better than another fellow winnipeg anarchist today in the world of traffic.
in my daydreams, i always think of myself yelling and swearing and kicking in the side panels of vehicles that hit or almost hit me. but when it happened i just stood paralyzed, saying, "fuck, dude," to the driver, who, for whatever reason considering the weather, had his window open.
i'm glad you're okay. of secondary concern - was your bike damaged?
my little incident was the result of some guy not paying attention. it wasn't malicious, like yours. how infuriating. what kind of fucking psycho would intentionally hit a cyclist? i'd like to believe that that driver will soon suffer some sort of karmic justice, but i don't really know if i believe in that sort of thing.
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in my daydreams, i always think of myself yelling and swearing and kicking in the side panels of vehicles that hit or almost hit me. but when it happened i just stood paralyzed, saying, "fuck, dude," to the driver, who, for whatever reason considering the weather, had his window open.
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my little incident was the result of some guy not paying attention. it wasn't malicious, like yours. how infuriating. what kind of fucking psycho would intentionally hit a cyclist? i'd like to believe that that driver will soon suffer some sort of karmic justice, but i don't really know if i believe in that sort of thing.
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