Took. A. Hit.

The day after bike to work day, some idiot side swiped me on a street right by City Hall. There's a designated bike lane between the two lanes, this guy decides to switch lanes at the last minute to the right lane without seeing me, bam, knocks me over. I'm on the ground, a bit dazed and trying to collect myself, he pulls over.

He doesn't even give me a hand to get up. He kept saying "Are you ok?", "Are you ok?", and switched to "I signaled!", "I signaled!" He was beginning to sound like rain man, annoying. I told him I think I'm okay. I started to stare at his license plate; thought hard to get his license plate and get all technical, file an accident report, but my personality did not drive me to do that. Bike was not damaged. But I scratched the side of his car.

What kills me is that I'm still on the ground, he wanted to fist bump me that it's all kosher, hello? You hit a bicyclist.

People, if you signal doesn't mean your free to go, check to see if it's clear as well. I wore a yellow neon jacket, how can you not see me? Obviously he didn't. In a litigious society that we live in, I let it go, it's Friday, I wore jeans, casual Friday.

Watch. For. Bicyclists!

Future note to self: Crash Checklist