Someone on Hawthorne made a lane change literally right into me. The bike and I fell over going about 25 mph. I was taking a risk because I wasn’t wearing my motorcycle pants. I knew this as I walked out of work, leaving them behind. I’m usually very careful and wear everything but this time I slipped.
I seriously need to listen more to my instincts. You have no idea what has been going through my head each time I’m on that bike the past few weeks.
My knees are banged up but otherwise I’m fine. The bike, however, is not. I’m waiting to hear what the assessment of the damage will be. The driver of the car next to me is at fault and his insurance company is covering everything. I’m bummed because it was scary and I knew I should not have ridden, in addition to just fixing everything up on the bike and having it be pretty much perfect.
Jay moved the bike into a safe parking place on Tuesday night because I couldn’t ride it home. David, my boss (who used to ride motorcycles himself), was *very* understanding and told me not to come in on Wednesday. The BG skipped work and came to be with me yesterday as I stayed home and rested. And Hilary and Angelko both called me while I was home to see how I was and to offer me any help I might need.
The people in my life here in Portland are so awesome. So so so so so awesome. I can’t even believe it sometimes.
And as if to cheer me up incredibly, Izzy had her kittens during the night of the accident. Five babies total, all colored like her except one that is orange. I don’t even think they’re kittens yet… just very wormy right now. :)
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