Riding home from my last day at work, after the obligatory travelling-haircut the move out of my apartment over the next two days was on my mind. Pedalling up Wellington St, on a wet, revolting day I was making progress between the parked cars on my left and the stationary cars stuck in traffic on my right.
Pedalling hard on a slight incline wasn't so bad, and I'd be home soon. Then a door opened, from the road-side, giving me just time to exclaim 'oh shit' - not in an aggresive but rather resigned tone - before my bike met mettle, I got airborne temporarily, and then i landed on the bitchumen. Quite happy not to have gone through the window I got up, conducted an internal audit (legs ok? yep, arms? yep, blood? still all inside). After the obligatory swapping of contact details with the car's driver I got on the bike again, pedalled on and three cars further a pedestrian stepped in front of me. I swerved, braked, and luckily avoided him but had to take a cautionary jump off my bike to avoid making contact between face and road. He may have copped a slightly larger serve than deserved, but there were mitigating circumstances.
Sure that the bike Gods were out to get me I was rode on and was pleased to get home with no more incidents and only bruises to show for it. Next time I set out, I'll remember to sacrifice the bull.
Whilst there's no ongoing injuries, the move was made extra special. I was left to reflect on my similarly trouble departure for Thailand last time (http://james2626.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html) - I don't think it'll stop me going though.
Now, on to Thailand (again)...
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