Welp, I made it to Phoenix. This place keeps changing, but it still means a lot to me. I almost forgot how bad the drivers here are, but sure enough I had a black Toyota remind me. It turns out that by using the bike lane instead of the actual lane, I put myself in a more dangerous situation. As I was cruising along with traffic on University a car decides to right hook me. It was pretty intense, especially while clipped it. I did some crazy acrobatics which was kind of awesome, but despite my awesome reflexes, the speed was a bit too much to come out unscathed.
My wrist is a little wonky, and the area above the wrist is bruised in a very unnatural way so I am heading over for x-rays tomorrow. I can type though, which is good. I kept it wrapped and Norman gave me an ice pack to keep the swelling down and in the morning my mom picked me and my bicycle up from Tempe.
The girl who hit me seemed like she was genuinely concerned and willing to stay with me which was nice. I just suck at getting girls’ numbers so I gave her mine and said she could call if she wanted to make sure I was still okay later. She didn’t end up calling, but that is fine. We were probably keeping pace with each other for about a block, and at one point I saw her texting, so it wasn’t too surprising she didn’t see me before she turned. Anyhow, what’s done is done, and it is my fault for not getting her contact information.
I will probably post the photos tomorrow, but if you want to see them now just take a look at my flickr.