...and it wasn't pretty; the handlebar only tells part of the story. Fortunately, the force evidenced by the bent bar, was not fully transferred onto my body as it was trapped under the Rockhopper. Like a terrified Crab escaping the grasp of a crazed Seafood Chef, I scuttled out from under my Bike, which was now firmly pinned underneath the Tundra's front Bumper, in an effort to avoid oncoming traffic. The Driver, still oblivious to the fact that he had impacted a cyclist, continued to drag my Bicycle into the busy thoroughfare; digging a trench two feet long and a quarter-inch deep into the late Summer evening's asphalt; assisted by an unwilling rear Derailleur.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Aftermath...
...and it wasn't pretty; the handlebar only tells part of the story. Fortunately, the force evidenced by the bent bar, was not fully transferred onto my body as it was trapped under the Rockhopper. Like a terrified Crab escaping the grasp of a crazed Seafood Chef, I scuttled out from under my Bike, which was now firmly pinned underneath the Tundra's front Bumper, in an effort to avoid oncoming traffic. The Driver, still oblivious to the fact that he had impacted a cyclist, continued to drag my Bicycle into the busy thoroughfare; digging a trench two feet long and a quarter-inch deep into the late Summer evening's asphalt; assisted by an unwilling rear Derailleur.
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