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Crash and Smolder

23 August, 2004 (23:13) | Story

The wind rushed through my hair, slipping its long golden locks all over the place… no, wait, that was Fabio. I have short black hair. But still, the wind was rushing through as I zipped down the sidewalk homeward bound. Usually, I hit about 30 MPH pumping the peddles down Pearl street. I know because my friends would drive along side and tell me my speed. Today, though, I felt like taking my time. At a leisurely 20 miles per hour, I was on pace to be home in 20 minutes tops.

Suddenly, my world was vaulted into a new realm of fancy… ok, fine, my body was vaulted over a car. As I raced down the sidewalk, a small white Japanese car pulled out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. my front tire crashed into the front of the car as I tried to swerve away from the body. And then I was airborne.

There’s something about that moment you let go; when the bombs are dropping around you and you stop being scared. There’s something about that moment when you see everything, in all clarity, and you have faith, not in god, but in anything and everything that’s in store in the future. At that moment, it just doesn’t matter.

I slammed down on the hood, my right shoulder twisting unnaturally as I picked up the bike and swung around to keep from scratching the paint. I set it down on the other side as I gently slid, hoping I could roll and land standing on the other side of the car. Unfortunately, things don’t happen the way I wish. Instead, I slid off the hood, pounding my right shoulder further into it’s socket.

For a moment I lay there. the darkening sky over head, my leg resting on the side view mirror at an awkward angle. I could hear other cars stopping and several people yelling.

“DON’T MOVE!” cried a mother from a red SUV stopping in front. “DON’T MOVE!”

I stood up and began to brush myself off.

“You alright?” asked a gentleman wandering up.

“I’m fine.”

I picked up my bike and began inspecting the car for damage. It seemed unharmed. Last time I was hit by a car, the car didn’t survive. This one was lucky.

“Are you ok?” said the driver.

“Just fine. You should feel lucky. Last time I hit a car, it came out far worse than yours looks.”

And with that, I wandered off into the sunset… ok, it was across the street where I locked up my bike and called my roommate for a ride. But the sunset is way more poetic.

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  • holy crap dude!!! i can’t believe that shit! are you ok?? your shoulders? “the other time”….?? how many times have you been hit? i’ve never been hit by a car (knock on wood) but i was run down by a bike once… those skinny little tires can leave some funny looking marks!
    rest up!!

  • holy crap dude!!! i can’t believe that shit! are you ok?? your shoulders? “the other time”….?? how many times have you been hit? i’ve never been hit by a car (knock on wood) but i was run down by a bike once… those skinny little tires can leave some funny looking marks!
    rest up!!

  • This makes 4 times… except that I hit the car yesterday. I just woke up, and I’d like to add: “Ow.” Luckily, it’s just my right shoulder. Unfortunately, that’s the one I need.

    1st time: 13, on my first real bike. Waited for the ambulance, got hasseled for scraped up knees, bent tires, and no damage to the mini-van.

    2nd time: 15, on my way to school. Hit by a little japanese car. It didn’t survive. Apparently, I snapped 4 pistons.

    3rd time: 20, on my way to work in a rain storm. The car barely hit me (knocked me into a puddle), but the driver freaked out and tried to speed off. Not a smart move in a heavy rainstorm. Hit a telephone pole while I rode off to work wet and uninjured.

  • This makes 4 times… except that I hit the car yesterday. I just woke up, and I’d like to add: “Ow.” Luckily, it’s just my right shoulder. Unfortunately, that’s the one I need.

    1st time: 13, on my first real bike. Waited for the ambulance, got hasseled for scraped up knees, bent tires, and no damage to the mini-van.

    2nd time: 15, on my way to school. Hit by a little japanese car. It didn’t survive. Apparently, I snapped 4 pistons.

    3rd time: 20, on my way to work in a rain storm. The car barely hit me (knocked me into a puddle), but the driver freaked out and tried to speed off. Not a smart move in a heavy rainstorm. Hit a telephone pole while I rode off to work wet and uninjured.

  • Eep. I’m glad you’re okay.

    The only thing I can suggest is rest and ibuprofen.

  • Eep. I’m glad you’re okay.

    The only thing I can suggest is rest and ibuprofen.

  • I tried rest. Didn’t work. Amazingly, my shoulder didn’t really hurt until I tried to sleep. Then it kept me up most of the night. I’m going to Wardenburg (the CU health center) to get checked out. If they even try to send me to a nurse before letting me see the Musculo-Skeletal department, I’m going to hit them with so much bad press, they’ll be doing damage control with student funds for months.

  • I tried rest. Didn’t work. Amazingly, my shoulder didn’t really hurt until I tried to sleep. Then it kept me up most of the night. I’m going to Wardenburg (the CU health center) to get checked out. If they even try to send me to a nurse before letting me see the Musculo-Skeletal department, I’m going to hit them with so much bad press, they’ll be doing damage control with student funds for months.

  • hehehe…that fucking ass health center. it’s a piece of SHIT, is what it is. my doctor could have prescribed me something for what she strongly believed the problem was (and turned out to be), but NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. So thousands of dollars later, and i mean THOUSANDS, and i get my answer and am fucked over academically (and i mean FUCKED OVER) and financially and can no longer afford the prescription.

    i’m still fucking PISSED about that.

    I would write her a letter, but it’d be a horribly mean one.

    So. BAH to Wardenburg.

    Ugh.

    Today blows.

    I really hope you’re alright 🙁
    You should have had your shoulder checked out after the incident. Don’t you have to report things like that to the police?

    Hmmm…miss talking to you…talk to you soon, i hope.

  • hehehe…that fucking ass health center. it’s a piece of SHIT, is what it is. my doctor could have prescribed me something for what she strongly believed the problem was (and turned out to be), but NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. So thousands of dollars later, and i mean THOUSANDS, and i get my answer and am fucked over academically (and i mean FUCKED OVER) and financially and can no longer afford the prescription.

    i’m still fucking PISSED about that.

    I would write her a letter, but it’d be a horribly mean one.

    So. BAH to Wardenburg.

    Ugh.

    Today blows.

    I really hope you’re alright 🙁
    You should have had your shoulder checked out after the incident. Don’t you have to report things like that to the police?

    Hmmm…miss talking to you…talk to you soon, i hope.

  • Normally, I would’ve hung around at the scene and chatted with people, but there was this overbearing woman trying to tell me not to move and that was pissing me off. So I was like, “Screw you guys, I’m going home.”

    Wardenburg has pissed me off multiple times, but it’s better than the local hospital has been. Plus, this type of injury can be covered by the Musculo-Skeletal Injury Clinic, which means I don’t need to deal with their crap ass doctors who have fucked me over 3 times (earing removal when I came in with the flu and passed out, sprained ankle where they wouldn’t do anything even though it was swollen larger than a croquet ball, and their misdiagnosis of my mono, only to find out after a weekend spent in the emergency room they were wrong).

  • Normally, I would’ve hung around at the scene and chatted with people, but there was this overbearing woman trying to tell me not to move and that was pissing me off. So I was like, “Screw you guys, I’m going home.”

    Wardenburg has pissed me off multiple times, but it’s better than the local hospital has been. Plus, this type of injury can be covered by the Musculo-Skeletal Injury Clinic, which means I don’t need to deal with their crap ass doctors who have fucked me over 3 times (earing removal when I came in with the flu and passed out, sprained ankle where they wouldn’t do anything even though it was swollen larger than a croquet ball, and their misdiagnosis of my mono, only to find out after a weekend spent in the emergency room they were wrong).

  • Oww. Well glad to hear the car was okay. 😛 How’s your shoulder?

  • Oww. Well glad to hear the car was okay. 😛 How’s your shoulder?

  • Apparently, I have an acromio clavicular joint separation and a strained rotator cuff. There’s no treatment and it’ll take 2-3 weeks to heal.

    Other than that, not too bad.

  • Apparently, I have an acromio clavicular joint separation and a strained rotator cuff. There’s no treatment and it’ll take 2-3 weeks to heal.

    Other than that, not too bad.

  • Ben! My lord. I wish you a speedy recovery!

  • Ben! My lord. I wish you a speedy recovery!

  • Gratzi.

  • Gratzi.

  • FOUR TIMES DUDE?!?! JEsus chrIST! Is that even like…? I mean… for NORMAL people that can’t be statistically possible. There’s prolly a better chance of my house getting swallowed up into a crack from an earthquake. Hmmm… I think you need to check your karma or wear lots of horse shoes and 4-leaf clovers. If not… just sit down and don’t move… you’ll get hit by something.

  • FOUR TIMES DUDE?!?! JEsus chrIST! Is that even like…? I mean… for NORMAL people that can’t be statistically possible. There’s prolly a better chance of my house getting swallowed up into a crack from an earthquake. Hmmm… I think you need to check your karma or wear lots of horse shoes and 4-leaf clovers. If not… just sit down and don’t move… you’ll get hit by something.

  • I would also like to note that this entry was quite well-written. *applauds*

  • I would also like to note that this entry was quite well-written. *applauds*