He looked at me and said 'Who are you? What are you doing in the car?'
Okay, I cringed. Anyone else?
If I wasn’t seriously injured in such a situation, I could possibly be convinced to not pursue charges if the guy went into rehab and documented that finished rehab.
Otherwise, he had better either cut me a cheque for a new bike or he would be facing charges.
Wisconsin cyclist lodged in drunk driver’s windsheild — walks away
FReep Mail me if you want on, or off, this Wisconsin interest ping list.
I was bumped into twice in the past 2 years by cars while riding my bike, both times by women on a cellphone. Neither was even aware of it. One actually knocked the plastic insert out of my handlebar end. The other bumped me in the leg with her mirror.
‘I was wearing my blue overcoat with my neon reflective vest,’ said Gove. ‘I had my front and rear flashers on. I have no idea why he didn’t see me.’
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Gove must be a liberal. He can’t figure out why he got hit. “No idea”, he says. Reminds me of an ex-girlfriend who I visited after she moved from Colorado to Boston. “Watch this!” She said as she stepped into moving traffic on a cross walk as they anticipated and braked at the last minute. “See? Cars are legally obligated to stop for pedestrians!”
Dodged that bullet.
Followed closely by "Where's the deer?"
Anybody see Da Yooper on the bike?
(In that part of Wisconsin and the U.P. there is a specific season for hunting with your windshield.)
This has happened before, I am trying to remember the details. Maybe it happened in Texas, the driver drove home and put the car in the garage, dead person still stuck in the windshield. Someone help an old lady with a faulty memory.
I have been hit three times by cars...while running along the shoulder of paved roads.
Forty some years ago, I was a long-distance runner and would sometimes have to train on the shoulder of a road. Once, the passenger-side mirror of a car hit my upper arm and knocked me off my feet into a ditch. Escaped with a bruised arm and some scrapes from falling into the ditch. The other two times I was barely bumped and grazed, resulting in torn t-shirts from getting caught on the trim of the cars. But each time, the drivers never stopped or even realized that they had hit me.
I was young and invincible back then. In hindsight, I realize how lucky I was that I wasn’t killed in these incidents. But I live to tell the tales....
Did the driver get a piece of brain lodged in his head?
Bicycle Idiots... On a bicycle on a Saturday night with just enough flashing light and color to blend in with everything around you. Even 3/4's of the sober people out at night aren't going to see you until they're on top of you. You'd probably be seen better if you were just a dark mass passing in front of the lights around you.
Well, I was legal and totally have every RIGHT to be out on the street on my bicycle on a Saturday night!
Yeah... but that doesn't mean you're not an idiot.