“IF YOU WORRIED ABOUT FALLING OFF THE BIKE, YOU’D NEVER GET ON”
I am in no doubt that after my time is Australia is over I will be regaling people (both willing and unwilling) of my adventures and escapades overseas. I apologise in advance for the frequency I use the phrase “when I was in Australia…” it will be boring and tedious but I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with it, especially given my most recent experience, which I will definitely be recounting about 100 times.
I got hit by a car.
My cycling had been going pretty well until the 9th February 6:10am. I was cycling to work (with my lights on, like a good girl) and I was hit by a taxi who didn’t look before coming out onto the road I was cycling along. Its safe to say it hurt quite a bit. I was rather shocked but managed to pull myself and my bike to the side of the road. It was apparent that my bike had taken more of a beating than myself as the bike wheel was bent completely out of shape and the chain was hanging off. Poor bike. As for myself I couldn’t identify anything broken and wasn’t bleeding profusely however my ankle and bum had taken quite a bit of the impact from hitting the road and causing a slight limp. The taxi driver proceeded to accuse me of coming through a red light however once I explained where I had come from and it was in fact entirely his fault he offered me a lift to work and we exchanged details. Since then he has given me the money to fix the bike which needs a completely new wheel and is currently in bike hospital being tended to. As for myself I am back using public transport (much to my disgust), have a slightly dented ego and a bruised bum.