This morning I was cycling to work, thinking about my next blog post, when it hit me–in the form of four wheels, two doors and a windshield. Yes, today I was involved in my first ever bike-car collision. Don’t let me blow this out of proportion; it was a minor collision and I suffered no injuries. My lunch-of-champions however (dried raman noodles) exploded on impact.
I was traveling south down the Prince of Wales when I was car-tackled in the middle of the PoW/Fisher intersection by a driver turning left. Granted, I was busting my butt through a stale light, but right-of-way was still on my side. The driver was kind enough to stop and holler at me through her car window while I picked up my bike, panier and dignity off of the pavement (all three seemed to skid away in opposite directions). Was I hurt? Did I want a drive to the hospital?
Not in your car, lady.
Not true–I was actually appreciative of her concern but unable to express it in my state of shock and bewilderment. Did I just get slammed by a car at 8:15 in the morning? I must have shook my head, maybe muttered something about her being more careful in the future, then I dragged my pathetic self out of the intersection. Needless to say I made it to work with all of my parts in working, albeit shaky, order.
Though not a pleasant experience, I feel being hit by a car has aged me at least two bike years, like some sort of rite of passage into the world of better-than-amateur but cooler-than-pro cyclists. It almost makes me want to buy a fixie and take up bike polo.
On a brighter note, here are a few winners making great use of our neighbourhood bike lanes: