5000km

5000km!  Wow!  On my bike commuting to work.  I lost 60-80 pounds at 2/week! And now this!

I got clipped by a pickup truck who slowed then sped off.  When I say clipped, I mean his mirror hit my elbow knocking me off my bike.  I got to call 9-1-1 and they sent an ambulance and two cops.  Nothing broken.  No one could help me because when you are hit you are not really concentrating on the things you should be concentrating on, like the car's licence plate.

The cops offered to drop me off at work, but after dismembering my bicycle in the sub zero temperatures, it would not fit; too much equipment.  So, I had to bike the remaining distance on my undamaged bike, with my damaged self.

The impact did not hit. One millisecond I was thinking about stuff, the next I was being pushed forward really fast right beside a truck and then I was airborne and the truck passed me and I hit the ground.  My bike was a few meters away and I was on my back.  In a daze I got up, felt the pain in my elbow and saw the truck take off; no harm done I guess.

Then I picked myself and my bike off the asphalt and called 911.  A whole bunch of cars sped by me.  Maybe they could not see me.  Maybe the thought I was sunning myself on the side of the road in the snow and the dark.  I guess no one wanted to be late for work.  Great excuse though, "I was late because I saw a cyclist on the road after an accident and I stopped to help."

I went to work and tried not to tell anyone.  I wanted to continue on as before.  After an hour or two I called my parents.  They told me that they were worried about me, worried that I would fall off my bike, or the a white pickup truck would hit me, so I did not tell them.  Right I called my exgf.  I told her, and I cried and cried.