Today has been interesting so far. First off, today is the official due date of our incoming baby. The upcoming changes to life weighed heavily on my mind this morning as I prepped for my morning ride into work. I admired the new kitchen we placed in the home this summer, and thought about how wonderful it is to be done before our lives get all twisted upside down. After feeding and watering the body, a voyage to the garage had me on my bicycle.
I was making excellent time into town. The re-opened river pathway ensured the ascent up the bluff on the way into town was no longer necessary. I felt like the day was mine as I pulled in along the Bow from the Nose Creek pathway and I could feel a new personal best ride into town on the brisk Friday morning. That was, until I got hit by a truck.
I stopped at the intersection between the offramp into bridgeland and the zoo pull off, I waited for a car to pull out of the spot and as a truck came up to the stop sign I started up across the intersection. The driver did not see me crossing as they were much more interested in vehicles coming up the ramp from Memorial Drive and decided to pull out when they saw the opportunity. Unfortunately I was in front of his Ford when he decided to mash the gas. He was pulling away from a near stop, and he probably only went 10 feet before pushing on me and my conveyance. The impact was decent, although after playing rugby, I have a pretty good idea when I've been hit hard, and this was not one of those times.
A spring up from the ground greeted me with a very worried man. He didn't bother taking off his shades, and he was very obviously disturbed that he hit a cyclist at a stop sign. I assured him that I was fine, and then other motorists that saw it happen all stopped to share in the scene. I spent more time re-assuring people that I was fine than I did worrying if I was hurt. I stretched out some joints and although I will have a sore arm for a few days, I was more angry that the guy cost me my personal best coming into the core.
Thoughts of how my motorcycle riding mantra of 'ride like you are invisible' would not have helped me in that particular situation swam about my mind as I crossed over the Peace Bridge and onto the bicycle lane down 7th street. Stop and go traffic whizzed by as my fellow cyclists and I enjoyed the dedicated lane and lighting. Strangely enough, as a parking garage approached on the left hand side, another motorist that was not paying attention decided to take a left across the two lanes of bicycles without taking too long of a look. Straight onto the brakes and managed to pull off enough speed to only hit her car and not actually dislodge myself from my seat post. The wide eyed deer of a driver panicked and tried to hand signal to me that I should go around here.
Screw you bitch, get the fuck out of my way.
I thought it odd that she though I should go out of my way to go out around her vehicle and into oncoming bicycles, when she was the one who nearly sent a cyclist to the hospital. Obviously Alberta's reputation of being terrible drivers is well deserved. Theoretical debates on 'would I have been so alert and stopped in time if I hadn't already been hit today' rowed through my mind as I pulled into work. My personal best sat well out of grasp with five minutes spent arguing that I was fine eating into my time. A quick shower and a coffee later I was sitting at my desk. At this point, clarity returned and I once again was consumed with the fact that Sonja is due to give birth today and in very short order I will be a dad.