Tonight I bid a sad farewell to a friend who has been with me for 11 years. We’ve been through a lot together. The end of my teenage years, all of college, all of my “real” jobs, 4 houses, my dating years, being married, pre-kid and post kid… really… not everyone sticks close through all of that.
Before you start guessing the names of my friends and texting them to see if they are alive, let me just tell you. It was my motorcycle (yeah, the one I wrote about a few weeks ago… then one that is my same age and I’ve had forever).
On the way home from work today, I was driving down ocean avenue in Venice. I was in the right lane (2 lanes in each direction) and I was driving along at a normal speed enjoying the sunset golden hour (so beautiful on the coast here).
All of a sudden a car in the oncoming lane made a left turn into my lane and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to stop in time.
I’ve never been in this type of accident and I have always wondered what it must be like. I’ll tell you exactly what went through my head. There was only about a half of a second to react, but this was my thought process…
Just kidding. I have always thought that’s what it would be like, but it wasn’t. This is the true account.
“Oh shoot, there is NO way I am going to be able to stop. I am going to hit that car! Shoot.OK Brakes!!! 70/30 front/back just like the motorcycle safety class said. Shoot. I’m definitely going to hit that car. Is my insurance up to date? Yes it is. I just paid it last month. I was standing out in the yard and called from Skype. Good. Is my registration up to date? Yes it is. I remember putting that 6-12 sticker on the plate this summer. Good. I am really glad I have insurance. I can’t afford a ticket for being uninsured. He’s in my lane. This is clearly his fault. That’s good because his insurance will pay for my bike. I really can’t afford that right now. It will also pay for his car. I REALLY can’t afford to pay for THAT (shiny new cadillac SUV). Oh shoot, I hope this doesn’t hurt too much.”
(that was my bike hitting his car, me flying over the handlebars and my body hitting the side of his car, and then me landing in a heap on my bike on the pavement)
It was a long evening after that, but here are the basics. Everyone around was really nice and willing to help in any way that they could. The driver of the car was incredibly apologetic and did everything exactly right (police, insurance, etc…). Lindsay rushed to the scene with Senya and Jason to pick me up and help however they could. A police tow truck took my trusty bike to the lot to be assessed by insurance (fairly certain it is totaled). Jason took me to the hospital (Linds wanted to but I didn’t think it would be a good idea for Sen to be in the waiting room all night. Nobody thought it was a good idea for me to drive myself there). I am fine. I have some scrapes, bruises, and sprains, but I’m OK and have no real damage. I’m grateful for that.