When I was at university I was cycling across town (not London, somewhere up north) one evening to my girlfriend's house. I had lights on my bike, but due to student poverty the batteries were almost gone. As I went along the main road a car pulled out of a side road right in front of me. I hit the side of the car and somersaulted over the bonnet with the bike still attached to me (I was wearing toe clips) before landing on my head (I wasn't wearing a helmet) in the middle of the road. A car coming the other way just managed to break in time. Some passers-by stopped and helped get me and the bike out of the way, but instead of thanking them I was just rolling around going 'fuck! fuck! fuck!'. But, and this is true, the woman who had driven into me came over to help me. The side road was the exit to the accident and emergency department of the hospital, and the woman had just finished her shift working there as a nurse, so she took me straight back in there. So that was about the best way to have that accident. A stranger offered to look after my mangled bike while I went to hospital, and it took me quite a lot of time and effort to get it back again, but that's another story.
― Teh HoBB (the pirate king), Friday, 9 September 2005 07:00 (twenty years ago)