One of the things I didn’t plan on doing this week was getting hit by a car.
I guess that goes to show you can train for months and months for the Eugene Marathon. With less than two weeks to the big race, you might decide to ride your bike downtown. But on that day someone driving a car might decide to turn right in front of you. That car could hit you. You and your bike could become violently and suddenly very intimate with a chunk of Mustang. It could happen all so quickly. You might not even realize that there was even a car there before you collide. There would be a dull thud. You might wonder if that was you or bike that made the sound. Then you could fly, for the briefest instant, before you skid across the asphalt and come to stop sprawled on the road.
You could do that.
But I wouldn’t recommend it.