collide.

I have a new relationship with my bike.

Yesterday changed our relationship forever as

we collided with a car.

On the way home from work, basket loaded

we headed through an intersection the same time that a car

ran a stop sign, not even slowing down and

not looking anywhere but straight ahead.

There was not much I could do, and as I tried to stop it was sort of peaceful

because I really thought we were going to get hit

and it was out of my hands. 

The car slammed on its breaks and only the tip of my wheel 

and the nose of his car barely touched. 

Im sure it was a lot scarier for him than it was for me. 

And after he apologized

I went on with my errands and loaded up my basket (now full with a rosemary plant from work, my computer, wallet, and book) with groceries. 

It wasn't until I got home and was deep in the throws of cooking

chopping peppers and onions, water bowling

that I think it upset me

Tears fell as I retold the story to RD [I guess I should mention here that I MAYbe was a little emotional...and given a typical day tears might not have warranted themselves...but fall they did]

So this morning

my bike and I were a little leery of cars at intersections

Be sure to stop at stop signs...