My friend, Adrian and I have been biking to work together. We live across the park from each other and he’s a really nice person to ride bikes with…
Until I almost killed him.
On our way to work this morning, he was telling me to turn and I was going forward and when I realized I was supposed to turn, I smashed my bike into his. He flew, I mean flew, off his bike and rolled onto his back.
He stood up and immediately declared, “I’m okay.” It was horrifying. He was indeed okay, but holy crap. Thank G-D for helmets.
His arm was sore and scraped but apparently nothing else hurt because he was protected by his backpack. It is one of the worst things in the world to think you could cause physical injury to another person, especially a nice person.
My front tire was totaled and we walked the rest of the way to the Book House. He says he still wants to bike with me, but who knows how he’ll feel by Monday. I kept trying to give him an out, but he’s not angry or anything. This was not how I wanted to start my day.
It brought back horrors of my experience as a child when I was chasing a soccer ball and accidentally knocked over a grandma of a friend of mine. Then she had a broken hip and had to use a walker for the rest of her life. Basically, I shortened her life-span dramatically. True story. Good job, Gili.
Song of the day: Killer Queen by Queen.
