Getting hit by a car sucks. It hurts. It’s embarrassing. You’ll replay the moment in your head a thousand times, wondering if you could’ve swerved. You couldn’t. The car just won that round.
But here’s the punchline: you’re still here. You’re typing this with one sore thumb. You’re alive. And you have a killer excuse to cancel plans for a month. “Sorry, got hit by a car.” Nobody questions that. Use it wisely.
So, bike friend, hydrate. Ice your weird bruises. And remember: drivers are giant metal boxes operated by humans who might be checking Instagram. You are a warrior on two wheels. A slightly dented warrior, but a warrior nonetheless.
Welcome to the club. We meet on the sidewalk, nursing coffee and our wounded egos.
