At 5:45 am this morning I was hit from the rear by a car on Charlotte
Pike. My trike is toast. I'm Ok physically except for a little scrape
and some bruising. I can no longer accept that I must share the road
with talking monkeys operating heavy machinery.
So now I'm thinking to hell with civilization; where can I live and ride
where there are no other vehicles?
I'm just crushed. I loved my trike and I love tooling around in it but
as a clerk in C store and as a daily commuter (for about two years now
on the trike) I know how stupid these [censored] in their cars and trucks
are. They are not to be trusted. Trust that eventually some insect on a
cell phone will come along and destroy your customized labor of love.
Never mind your lit up like a fire truck and flashing anti-collision
lights and watching and using your rear view mirrors. Never mind your
following all the rules.
Bam, my trike is toast; rear axle bent, left rear wheel destroyed,
derailer bent all to hell, assorted other damage.
The guy was insured. I didn't shoot him and we both walked away but
......
I DIDN'T SEE HIM
was his excuse.
Chuck Trotter
Nashville, TN