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and, get out your celphone and start taking pictures as soon as you collect yourself. breathe deep, mellow out, take photos get ALL THE INFORMATION. this latest driver was real hesitant to show me his information, presumably that he knew he was in trouble.
Funny thing was earlier that night I had a similar experience with a guy cutting me off while switching lanes. He was half a car length in front of me when he squeezed in. Later that night I got the full force.
Nice work.
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So? Why risk my life gettin’ my kicks riding fast in traffic when I can ride out of the city in 15min and bomb hills on country lanes all day.
i am chronically running late for things so this isn’t even an option for me usually.
but considering that reasoning all the times i got hit make a bit more sense even though none of them were right hooks.
I never got around to complaining about how my friend was involved in a hit and run last week, resulting in a busted eye socket, busted teeth, torn lip, busted ribs and a concussion, left in the middle of the street in the wrong part of town last week.
The police were having trouble seeking justice because apparently it’s a no snitch neighborhood. But good news! They finally found the guy and arrested him! And my friend is back up and out riding again and I’ve hooked him up with a lawyer. Things are lookin’ up!
Fucking hell, dude. I’m glad you and your buddy are ok.
Yeah, Milwaukee was getting a growing reputation for safe streets, but we’re doing out best to chip that down.
I’m assuming your friend wasn’t wearing a helmet?
Yeah, I guess not, which is weird, cuz I always see him wearing a hamlet when I ride with him. Maybe he just does it to impress me? Maybe it was the one time he didn’t? Haven’t felt the right amount of tact when it comes to asking that kind of question at this point.
I feel a bit horrible for saying this, and please forgive me if this is stupidly rude, but I see a bright side. All I’ve heard about before were the terrible cases where the cars got away or the cops fucked with the bike rider even worse, but a couple of them here seem to be working out the way they should. It gives me a little faith that if I get hit then it may not turn into a Kafka novel.
prob don’t have to mention it. if he wasn’t wearing a helmet, then he probably will in the future. if he was, then he’ll continue to i’m sure (although he may need a lesson on how to adjust a helmet properly).
In the line of happy endings, the only time anyone’s thrown something at me I was riding on 57th St. right by the University of Chicago campus at night when I just felt this SPLAT and looked down and there was some horrible coffee-like milkshake all over me and my bike, with a SUV pulling away. I chased them and immediately regretted it because the neighborhood is surrounded by some really nasty gang territory and there were decent odds they were serious gangbangers. Anyway, I was in luck, it was a bunch of doofuses. I hit the passenger side window really hard and told the guy to roll his fucking window down, and then I started screaming at them about how this is the University of Chicago and their parents were paying a fuckload of money for them NOT to go to some date rape/keg stand frat fuck school and what the fuck was wrong with them. To their credit they were visibly blushing and started mumbling apologetic bullshit, so I berated them some more for even having a nasty coffee beverage in the first place and being dumb enough to throw something at a cyclist in Chicago because even Hyde Park is still the South Side and there are people who will shoot your car up for doing shit like that, and then rode away. Also, karma is not repaid in this life.
^at least it was just a milkshake. i’ve had shit thrown at me here in chicago a good half-dozen times over the past 3+ years and it’s always been full bottles or cans.
One time somebody threw an old boom box thing at me from a rooftop in Uptown. Fortunately it hit the ground right in front of me and busted apart because that thing would’ve taken me the fuck out if it had hit its mark. Scared the shit out of me.
Knock that off, lookin’ at the bright side of things.
good god.
back home in tampa bay, my uncle was riding on the trail and had somebody lob a cinder block at him, which just barely missed him, luckily.
only uptown are they throwing ghettoblasters off the roofs
I should also mention that it was around midnight and was pouring rain.