The Aerie

Did anybody get the number of that truck?

I got hit by a truck tonight.

I love saying that, it sounds so dramatic. And it's true. And it's
cool to be alive to say it. And I've got the aches and pains to prove
it, so I may as well get all the mileage I can out of it.

I was leaving work. The crosswalk was green. I rolled across the
street. The pickup truck had no brakes and swept my bike right out
from under me, left to right: how I managed not to break anything I
don't understand. I had left my helmet up on my desk at work (stupid),
how I managed not to get killed I don't understand.

Lost consciousness when my face hit his hood, resumed consciousness
sprawled face-down in the crosswalk, apparently only moments later.

Minor concussion, bruised elbows, right hip and knee. worse, my bike
got damaged, don't know how bad yet.

Back home now with a Guinness and a pizza, still feeling kind of
addled and stupid, but of course hard to tell if that's from the
accident.

As Batman said in 'The Dark Knight Returns,' "Lucky old man, lucky,
lucky, lucky."

Always wear your helmet.

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Posted by Albatross at May 18, 2001 12:00 AM