Damn.

I could see it coming, but it was too late to brake. I was coasting down a rather steep hill, she was making a right turn and didn't see me at all. She slammed right into me with the hood of her car. I went flying with my bike right behind me, faithful as always.

Before I hit the ground I was already yelling "WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK-- SHIT!!"

I rolled right back onto my feet, but my poor bike was already in bad shape. The front wheel was bent in half but at least the frame was fine, which was all that mattered. I had been meaning to replace that wheel anyways, since it was only a salvaged replacement for the original that was stolen last Novemeber 4th by someone in a drunken, Obama-induced frenzy (I voted for Kucinich, fuck Obama).

The people waiting on the corner came by to help me, including a guy doing the Brooklyn Standard of pull-ups via traffic light bars. I reassured everyone that I was fine and thanked them for their concern.

By this point the poor old woman that hit me was out of her car and running over to me. It took her a second to realize what happened and she felt awful. I was not mad, since everyone was fine. She gave me a hug. Then she offered to give me a ride home and the man doing pull-ups helped me shoved my now compacted bike into her back seat.

As we drove off the man got back to doing pull-ups on the street corner and I spent the rest of my ride home having to assure the woman no harm was done and All's Well That Ends Well.

Got home and had a drink.