I was hit by a car on my bike yesterday. I say 'hit', but it was more of a bump. It was like a big nudge, really, into the back fender of my bike. I was pushed forward as I waited for the light to turn green. I thought that the driver was trying to push me out of the way, so that he could turn right on a red light. I turned around and saw a rather relaxed looking man behind the wheel of a late-model sedan. He raised his eye-brows at me after I'd said, 'What the fuck?!' at him. A pedestrian crossing the street in front of me then said, 'He just fell asleep!' 'He's not even paying attention...' I'm glad for the eye-witness report, but confused. Who falls asleep at an intersection in the middle of the afternoon? A drunk? A guy who works graveyard?
I thought of wheeling my bike over to the drivers side window and giving him what-for, but didn't want to give him the chance to drive off, so I just stood, legs on either side of my bike, in front of him until the light turned green. As I cycled through the intersection, I turned to see him vaguely look in my direction, a slight shrug of the shoulders followed my flipping him the bird. He could not have cared less.
The 'bump' occurred on a 'share the road' road, something I fucking hate, as there is no dedicated separate space for bikes on such a road. In the share-the-road scenario I am always riding as close to the curb as I can. I know I am not a car and don't wish to compete with them, but must 'share the road'. *sigh* We're all meant to be one, big, happy commuting family on these roads, and, clearly, if nodding-off dude is an example, we are not.
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