Well, it finally happened. I got hit by a car while riding my bike. Talk about crazy weird.
I was riding down a busy street, on the sidewalk, thinking it was safer, as there are no bike lanes. As I approached an alley, a woman driving a late model silver car pulled in front of me and I hit it.
Down I went with a bang. I picked myself up, found my bike was toast, and tried to feel if anything was broken. But thank G-d, nothing. Bruising, yes, the extent of which I am even now uncertain. The driver of another car pulled over to see if I was alright, and I asked him to phone the police. The driver of the car that I technically hit, was extremely apologetic. We waited, in silence, for the police.
A really sweet motorcycle cop showed up rather quickly, and exchanged our information. We seriously didn't know what to do. I mean, I didn't need the paramedics, and she literally had no damage to her car (courtesy of my rubber front tire, which isn't really round anymore).
After it was all over, we shook hands. My husband came with a bike carrier, and we loaded up for the repair shop. My bike will get a new front tire and a tune up.
Me, I'll be a two-legged pedestrian for the next few days.