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Ahh, the freshly squozen thoughts of Dalum. I try to post as often as I can, but sometimes life is just too busy to get stuff out in a reasonable amount of time. Please enjoy my random thoughts and drop me a line if you like. 

Thursday, October 06, 2005

10/06/2005 05:45:00 PM - WTF!??!? One of the last days I ride my bike and I get in an accident!

Isn't that my fucking luck? I'm on the way back from work and some dumb bitch plows into me as I am turning the corner OF MY FUCKING HOUSE! I wasn't even 100 feet from the garage. I've got my blinker on, I'm almost over the apex of the corner then I hear this screech from behind me and I'm almost on the other side of the street. I look up and what do you know? It's a Denali! Fucking middle class bitch jockeying and SUV. (I bet she was using her cell phone too.) She proceeds to unroll her passenger side window and asks me if I'm "OK???" She proceeds to pull forward and I think to myself, HELLO NO!!! She isn't attempting a hit and run!!! I started to look at her plate as I turn the bike around to park it and get off. She was just pulling off of the busy street to avoid the rest of traffic. She parks at a business next door and hops out to check on me. I go back and look at the bike and amazingly enough, I've got a bent license plate and a cracked plate frame. We exchanged info and we went on our ways. I took a medium paced stroll around the block to see if anything was out of whack. Luckily, everything is OK structure-wise that I can tell. I'm a bit shaken and in shock, but I'm alright. Heh, she said that she tries to take more caution when she sees motorcyclists on the road... My ass. Dumb bitch.

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