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It came to reality yesterday why I always say to myself in my mind while
I am biking in the city, that "I feel safer riding my mountain bike at
full speed through a rock garden down the side of mountain than I do in
town." Here I am riding my cruiser bike to the gym in a pretty good
mood just a few blocks from my house on a side street yesterday. A car
is coming down the street in the opposite direction, but I am fine
because I am in my lane, but before I knew it - oh crap, a car door
opens only inches in front of me on the right side of the street. No
time to brake or room to swerve. Clipped the edge of his door, stopped
me dead in my tracks, and I flew across the pavement on my right side. I
thank being a downhill mountain biker, used to crashing, because I
instinctually tucked my body and took the pavement slide with my
shoulder. People came running to my side. I got up and turned around,
and I couldn't even tell you what anyone looked like, I only remember
seeing my bike lying there. People were asking if I was ok. In shock, I
said 'yes,' quickly picked up my bike (as if I was in a crash during a
race, in which I would have to quickly recover and continue on), and
pedaled off. Within seconds, I realized that I was in great pain, and I
could not hold back. Really, I only have a serious impact blow to my
shoulder, a skinned up knee, a sprung middle finger, and I was dizzy for
a little while. The strange thing is that I got a flat tire on my car
yesterday, so I figured it was sign that I should ride my bike, hmm.
All in all, I am very lucky. As bikers, I am sure you are fairly aware,
but please remember to always LOOK when opening your car door on both
the busy and side streets. As I told this story to a few friends last
night, they realized that they never look on the side streets when
opening their car door, only the busy ones...
Michelle
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<DIV><SPAN class=545202518-24062004><FONT face=Arial><FONT size=2>It came to
reality yesterday why I always say to myself in my mind while I am biking in the
city, that "I feel safer riding my mountain bike at full speed through a rock
garden down the side of mountain than I do in town." Here I am riding my
cruiser bike to the gym in a pretty good mood just a few blocks from my house on
a side street<SPAN class=270344719-24062004> yesterday</SPAN>. A car
is coming<SPAN class=270344719-24062004> down the street in the opposite
direction, </SPAN>but I am fine because I am in my lane, but before I knew
it - oh<SPAN class=972375418-24062004> crap</SPAN>, a car door opens only
inches in front of me<SPAN class=270344719-24062004> o</SPAN>n <SPAN
class=270344719-24062004>the right side of the street</SPAN>. No time to brake
or room to swerve. Clipped the edge of his door, stopped me dead in my tracks,
and I flew across the pavement on my right side. I thank being a downhill
mountain biker, used to crashing, because I instinctually tucked my body and
took the pavement slide with my shoulder. People came running to my side.
I <SPAN class=270344719-24062004>got up and </SPAN>turned around, and
I couldn't even tell you what anyone looked like, I only remember seeing my bike
lying there. People were asking if I was ok. In shock, I said 'yes,'
quickly picked up my bike (as if I was in a crash during a race, in which I
would have to quickly recover and continue on), and pedaled off. Within
seconds, I realized that I was in great pain, and I could not hold
back. Really, I only have a serious impact blow to my shoulder, a skinned
up knee, a sprung middle finger, and I was dizzy for a little while. The
strange thing is that I got a flat tire on my <SPAN
class=270344719-24062004>car</SPAN> yesterday, so I figured it was sign that I
should ride my bike, hmm. <SPAN
class=270344719-24062004> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV><SPAN class=545202518-24062004><FONT size=2><SPAN
class=270344719-24062004></SPAN></FONT></SPAN> </DIV>
<DIV><SPAN class=545202518-24062004><FONT size=2><FONT face=Arial>All in all, I
am very lucky<SPAN class=270344719-24062004>. As bikers, I am sure you are
fairly aware, but please remember to always</SPAN> LOOK when opening your
car door on both the busy and side streets.</FONT><SPAN
class=270344719-24062004><FONT face=Arial> As I told this story to a
few friends last night, they realized that they never look on the side
streets when opening their car door, only the busy
ones...</FONT> </SPAN></FONT></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Monotype Corsiva">Michelle </FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>
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