a first time for everything
If I sorta knew it was going to happen from the first moment I threw a leg over the bike in the morning, I didn't let it stop me. And honestly, I was too tired to be altogether surprised to find myself splayed out on the 10, watching my riderless bike lamely try to chase down the van that hit me.
I came away with a scuffed knee and a few bruises. And the injured dignity that comes from standing in the middle of a crowded freeway, waiting for some kind soul to hop out of a car to help you pick up your bike.
I'm a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl.