I felt a little tired when I first started out, but then I got my blood pumping and felt pretty good. Then, about half-way through the ride, a lady cut me off in traffic, forcing me to try to jump the curb to avoid her. I wasn't successful, and I crashed hard, cutting up my knee and elbow. A huge line of cars that had stopped for a light saw me go down, and it was not a delicate fall -- my water bottle went flying and I sort of bounced on the sidewalk. I got up and picked up my bike with blood streaming down my leg from the cut on my knee. I knew I wasn't badly hurt -- just a little scraped up -- but it was definitely bloody.
Amazingly, not a single person rolled down their window to ask me if I was OK. Not one. A whole line of people, sitting there gaping at me, and nobody said anything. I know Atlanta drivers are shitty to people on bikes, but jeez. That's really cold.
Interesting. I had a very similar bike wreck in Charlottesville, VA 3 years ago. Someone had stopped and was getting out of his car before I even got up off the ground. Then just a couple minutes later another person came walking up - she had pulled over at the next possible place, a gas station 1/4 mile away, and walked back to make sure I was okay. Maybe Honolulu will be more like Cville than Atlanta.
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I hope so. Fortunately, my ride in on Friday was uneventful and my wounds are healing nicely.
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