When it rains it pours
October 24, 2007
On Saturday, at about the halfway point between Philadelphia proper and New Hope, our bike-camping destination for the weekend , a car decided that it did not like me and Kasy riding on Old York Road in Jenkintown. It proceeded to honk incessently at me while edging me to the curb. My front tire hit the curb and I fell off my bike, into the street, and slid into the lane.
On the very teensy chance that the driver of that goldish colored 4 door car reads this……I HATE YOU.
My gratitude, however, goes out to the random people who stopped and asked me if they could help me, the nice people who drove down to find Kasy and send him back, the nice people who drove me to the hospital, the lovely folks at Abington Hospital to took care of me via x-rays, stingy cleansing solutions, and bandages, the kid in the bed next to mine (who had hurt himself while skateboarding and holding on to his friends car) who was having funny conversations with his mom that kept me and Kasy entertained, our New Hope friends for driving us home, my dear helmet for protecting my noggin, Arkel for making the panniers I bought that I credit for saving my bike from any real damage, and my dearest Kasy for taking care of me every minute of every day.
Enjoy the rain Philadelphia! It’s supposed to be here for the next few days, according to the crossing guard at 34th and Walnut.
EDIT: Doctor’s diagnosis is a-ok, except for the fractured thumb which is now in a cozy (read: hilarious) split and a bruised rotator cuff (seriously?!)