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Yesterday morning, on my way to work a guy driving a minivan turned his car unexpectedly in front of me and caused me to crash my bike into his car. He signaled, but it was like as he started to turn. It’s kind of hard to describe, so I scanned in the little doodle I did of it in my sketchbook:

I was planning on turning right as well, but up ahead it looked like he was just going straight. Then at the last minute he decided to turn. At that point it would have probably been ok and I would have just taken the turn really tight on the inside right next to him, but then he suddenly turned again into the Starbucks right there.

My bike is fine, completely unharmed. I’m 98% fine. I’m just sore and stiff all along my left side, from my shoulder to my ankle. I pretty much crashed my whole left side into his car. I had tried to jam on my brakes, but it was as I was taking the turn and my back end just locked and I sort of fish-tailed and went in sideways. He heard a big crash so he stopped, I was in a pile on the street, still tangled up with my feet in the toe cages. Part of my bike and I were a bit under his car, and then he started to pull forward, so I had to knock on the side of his van so he wouldn’t run over me slowly.

He was really shaken up, nice and apologetic. I was fine and my bike was fine, so I just said it was ok and I rode to work. Five minutes later I was sitting at my desk working on the computer just thinking “geez, I just got hit by a car like 5 minutes ago.”

Hopefully my Dad is not reading this post. He tends to worry so I sometimes don’t tell him this type of stuff, but I don’t think he subscribes to my feed or anything, so I’m probably good.

Sometimes when I imagine someone being really upset, I get an image of tears flying through the cracks between their fingers as they try to hide their face.