So I got ran over by a van...

ALMOST. Had to think of a good title, right? Come on, don't stop reading just cus I lied to you.
Well as I was walking across the street with my bike, I just thought I was allowed to do that since it said I could cross and there was clearly a red light for the van. But NO it had to continue at 45 mph. I still do feel stupid though, I was actually looking the other way, I assumed it would stop. Then the full sized tan van was within 7 feet of me at 45 an hour when I realized it didn't stop at the light and my instincts simply did what they were supposed to do. I dropped my $400 hardtail mountain bike that is dearer to me than any girl has been, and I fucking hot stepped it out of the way of my oncoming Bestower of Paralysis. That is what I name crazy ass drivers as of right now. I guess Bestower of Death works too, but that's so cliche.

The van CRUNCHED my bike. The back wheel was warped in a way I never pondered bike wheels warping, and my gears were so mutilated they might as well have gone through a diamond bladed blender. Dude drives away, I'm too in the moment to remember to get this guy's plates. So there goes that bike.

Luckily, situations allowed for me to get a new and much better of a mountain bike though! I would say what kind of bike and all but I'm freaking sketch you guys know that haha.

 

nope, it was a normal stoplight. i cross that street nearly every single day. and unfortunately stolen or damaged bikes are treated like a joke by the cops in our town. Anyone could steal a bike from the chief of police and nothing would get done about it.

AuntMary, I couldn't agree more. Even the first second after happened, that's what I was thinking. If I tried to save my bike too I'd probably be in the hospital.

 

I prefer the BLine, but I ended up getting something else.