I don't know if you remember but a week or so ago I jokingly posted an invitation to my funeral. It almost came true last Wednesday. I guess it wasn' t my time to go because otherwise all the ingredients were there. The short version of the accident:
I was a block from my house, riding on a main road when a vehicle crossing the road I was on, which should have waited for me to go by, did just the opposite. When I was about twenty feet from the intersection he decided to cross in front of me. I assume he didn't see me initially because once in the middle of the intersection and directly in my path he looked at me and made the " Holy Shit! There is a motorcycle on the road" face. He froze there and I T-boned him full on. I spent 7 hours in the emergency as they had to perform every test in the book on me since I lost consciosness. The worst was by far the finger in the ass, suppousedly to make sure my prostate was still in the original place. ...*Edit*
To everyone's amazament I suffered no permanent injuries. My left shoulder is separated and I am having a hard time sleeping . I also have some cuts and bruises plus some road rashes on my knees but that's all.
I feel like I've been fucked by a train but that's to be expected.
All in all...it's been a pretty amazing experience! Glad it's over. Now we do the ICBC dance...I have confidence that it will be solved to my liking as I was informed by the police that they determined it was the other driver who crossed when it wasn't safe to do so.
Here are some pics of the battered RC and of my puffy swollen self.