Getting Hit (or, as best I can remember it) (Comments: 8)
Author: Adam
Date: 13 November, 2007
Category: Adam Durand, Road Stories
Today, I passed a milestone as a bike commuter: I got hit by a car on my way home from work.
It all happened very fast. I had just gotten out of work and was on my way to run an errand. I pulled on my jacket, strapped on the helmet, and fired up the Down Low Glow and assorted blinking bike lights. I waited for some cars to pass before entering the road with a right-hand turn.
After I made my way past a couple buildings, I saw a car approach from a parking lot up ahead on my right. I slowed down quite a bit to get a feel for the motorist. He wasn’t signaling, but he came to a complete stop. There was no traffic behind me, but oncoming traffic was headed our way. I advanced in front of him.
And then I heard him gun his engine. I’ve had a couple close calls since I started bike commuting in July, and I’ve come to learn that my instinctual reptilian reaction to danger is to yell “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa,” as if to say “Settle down, buddy!” in a single repeating syllable. I don’t know if that ever helps, but it’s completely involuntary anyway.
As his big metal luxury motorcar came flying towards me, I found myself in an epic right cross, and I had no time to intentionally react on a physical level. It’s funny how time can basically stop in the situations, though. I do remember wondering what it would feel like flying onto the car’s hood or windshield. And I’m sure I got a couple whoas in before the impact.
Lucky for me, either my right leg was positioned forward by chance, or I picked it up on instinct, because the front bumper of his car struck my bike and not me. My bike and I flew sideways and the rear end spun to the left a bit, but I was able to maintain my balance. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly made my way off the road and into the parking lot entrance he had pulled out of. I could still pedal my bike and didn’t feel any pain, and both of these facts shocked me. He backed his car out of the road and got out of it.
I was in a bizarre emotional state. I enthusiastically told him that I didn’t get hit, that only my bike got hit. I wasn’t apologetic, but I do feel as if I was so happy to be unhurt that I didn’t even want to be mad at him. He checked the front bumper of his car for damage, saying he thought he hit me pretty hard. I said it felt pretty hard. And then as I was looking over my lit-up-like-a-Christmas-tree bike for damage he pointed to the front pillars of his car and said he had some blind spots. No direct apologies from him that I recall, but he at least seemed embarrassed.
I said I couldn’t find any damage on my bike and told him to have a nice evening. Maybe I should have gotten some of his information. Maybe I should have called the police. But I was in emotional shock from just getting hit, and also quite happy, so I figured I’d just be on my way.
I’ve read through Michael Bluejay’s How to Not Get Hit by Cars multiple times and follow much of his advice. In my attempt to avoid the Right Cross tonight, I used a plethora of lights (though nothing above my handlebars save the reflective tape on my helmet), I slowed down to a crawl until I believed he was waiting for me, and because there was no traffic approaching behind me I was further out to the left. I did not honk or yell until he was already on the path towards striking me. And perhaps if I had never slowed down, I would have been far past him. But I think I did OK.
In fact, maybe my ridiculously bright Down Low Glow made him see me and brake a fraction of a second earlier than he would have, letting me clear him just enough so that my bike took the impact instead. Once he decided to gun his engine to beat the oncoming cars into the lane, my fate was sealed, and it was all up to him.
After the accident, I headed over to Abundance Coop to pick up ingredients for dinner with a friend. On the way I met another bike commuter on the road and told him I had just gotten hit but came out of it unscathed. At the coop I could not focus on what to buy and ended up leaving my wallet behind, something I’ve never done. As I biked to my friend’s house I seemed a little shaky – I wasn’t sure if it was me or my bike. Things were more than a little surreal.
But all is good in my immediate world. Tonight’s events remind me of something that happened during my last week as a car commuter. I had been contemplating commuting by bike but didn’t have a bike that was capable of such a trip and was hesitating on the purchase. I was headed home from work one night, and as I pulled out of the office complex I nearly struck a cyclist who was heading the wrong way down the road. I realized at that moment that I no longer wanted to be in a position where I could seriously injure someone so easily. I headed straight to the bike shop and ordered my dream commuter bike, and that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I don’t imagine the man who stuck me tonight will have quite the same reaction. But let’s hope both he and I are a little more cautious on the road in the future.
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