A Very Close Shave
Oh, my goodness, that was close. So close.
This morning, I rode to work for the last time this week (since today is Friday). I let my mind wander a little bit, unfortunately, and squandered a perfectly fast opening kick to pull into my parking lot at work with 18.6 on the cyclometer. A swept out to the back of the lot, double checked my sides, and sprinted for the building through three rows of parking lot. I looked twice.
As I was crossing the last section, the last two feet of asphalt until the sidewalk approaching my office building’s entrance, a Saturn bore down on me with no indication of slowing. There was no time for me to react. I heard a little flapping sound and continued to the door. There is a scuff mark on my rear fender. My rear fender sits a third of an inch above my back tire. A hundredth of a mile an hour slower and I’d have gone to the hospital this morning.
That’ll wake you up in the morning!
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