bicycles go two ways
I hit guy on a bicycle. I was in a car. He was on a bike. Like most things work, he with the most technology wins. And the car won.
No one was going real fast. I had pulled into a station, was just pulling out.
And he was riding on the wrong side of the road.
[If you are going to ride with traffic, you are supposed to go the same way as traffic.]
Having been hit by cars before, I knew the right ettiquete: Offer him a ride. [I wish I had known that the day I got hit and had to limp all the way home carrying my own damn bike.] And what it would cost to fix his tire. A few bucks to get the spokes pulled out. Or, buy a new front tire.
[No one ever does the new tire route. I do not know why. Something about the “original bike.”]
The guy’s friend was really ugly. I think he was planning an assault on the White House. Or at least on my finances for the next sixty years. Note to the wise: The White House would have been more profitable.
It cost him less than $40 to have his wheel spokes pulled straight and he called to let me know.
His friend is still an asshole.