first crash today since I was seven .
coming up to the red light at the intersection of Tooley St. and Borough High St, right at London
Bridge. sharing lane with black car. black car seems to nudge a little to the left. nudges
handlebars. luigi goes sailing over the bars.
observation: time really does slow down when you're falling. i felt like i was in the air forever. i
see my arms come clean off the bars, and go over my head.
I land on my elbow, not my forehead. I'm not wearing a h*****.
roll around in the gutter, dazed.
passers-by ask if I'm okay. I get up, i pick up my bike, i'm dizzy. someone helps me to a nearby
wall. black car driver comes out to see if I'm okay. I am unhurt, or at least not badly hurt.
passerby asks if I'm okay, if there was a crash, was he--pointing at car--involved? absently i
wonder if I have to do anything. i'm more concerned with getting myself looked-at and getting
to school.
i try to explain what happened to driver, who either cannot hear or understand me. it doesn't
matter. i'm not thinking straight either.
i cross the street to Guy's Hospital, ask for the Minor Injuries unit. after some waiting,during
which i see someone wheeled out, presumably towards the 'Tis-but-a-flesh-wound Unit, and several
people who are very calmly dressed and not outwardly injured go before me, a nurse calls my name and
I sit down. she cleans up the road rash, such as it is (small patch on elbow where I landed), has me
test my range of motion (complete. nothing broken) and cleans the blood off my toes (was wearing
sandals. stubbed two smallest toes on right foot, on landing).
I get out, pull out an allen key, fix my stem so that I can steer, and ride the rest of the way
towards school, from which I write this report.
so i'm waiting for the blame. go ahead and shout at my lane placement. i was where everybody else
rides, out of the gutter, clear of the doorzone, not in the full lane. I've taken that intersection
many times before. I crashed today.
i'm lucky to have gotten off so lightly. no head injuries, no broken limbs. no ugliness--and to have
crashed across the street from Guy's Hospital. Otherwise.
mind how you go out there.
-Luigi