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Message to carpeople
Jan. 5th, 2006 12:01 amRequest: when you want to get out of the car, could you please first look over your shoulder before you open the door? This is the Netherlands: notice the person on the bicycle.
Shit.
Lucky for me I know how to fall down gracefully and together with my bike I kind of rolled on the pavement to my right. The leftside of my body was not that fortunate 'cause it hit the cardoor pretty hard. My wrist is painful and my shoulder is getting stiff. And my jaw apparently also got in touch with the car.
Auw
I was so in shock that I only uttered one curse before I calmly told the dumb carguys that I was okay. (They were very concerned, but I did not hear a sorry out of either of them) After getting up I got back on my bike and -after putting the sparelights on (girlscout: abp) since my bikelights didn't work- I rode on to the bicycleracks near the MediaMarket, where I broke down and cried my eyes out for a bit. Besides being shaken up, I was also a bit pissed at myself for not being more firm to the idiots, grumble.
On the way home my lights suddenly worked again, a small comfort.
I spent the rest of the night on the couch with ice on my wrist and jaw.
Now I feel bruised, but a little better and I hope I won't feel like an old woman in the morning.
x-posted in my dutch blog (translated:)
Shit.
Lucky for me I know how to fall down gracefully and together with my bike I kind of rolled on the pavement to my right. The leftside of my body was not that fortunate 'cause it hit the cardoor pretty hard. My wrist is painful and my shoulder is getting stiff. And my jaw apparently also got in touch with the car.
Auw
I was so in shock that I only uttered one curse before I calmly told the dumb carguys that I was okay. (They were very concerned, but I did not hear a sorry out of either of them) After getting up I got back on my bike and -after putting the sparelights on (girlscout: abp) since my bikelights didn't work- I rode on to the bicycleracks near the MediaMarket, where I broke down and cried my eyes out for a bit. Besides being shaken up, I was also a bit pissed at myself for not being more firm to the idiots, grumble.
On the way home my lights suddenly worked again, a small comfort.
I spent the rest of the night on the couch with ice on my wrist and jaw.
Now I feel bruised, but a little better and I hope I won't feel like an old woman in the morning.
x-posted in my dutch blog (translated:)
