Day’s Verse:
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
James 1:2-4

Sure enough, I feel like I was hit by a truck.

Actually, I suspect I can attribute a significant portion of the feeling bad comes from the cold that moved in yesterday evening and the fact that this generally isn’t the best time of month (so to speak).

For the record, my aches and pains amount to this: Standing up, putting socks on, or any other activity requires using the thigh/crotch muscles in my left leg or bending my left hip tend to be particularly agonizing. Also, my shoulders and pecs feel like I did a tough workout a couple days ago. My back and neck ache, as does my head, although that I can definitely place in the cold’s camp, blame-wise. I have a deep, black bruise on the inside of my right thigh where my leg smacked hard into the frame; a zip tie on the frame punctured my leg right in the middle, and there’s no bruise there, interestingly enough. And, of course, my left elbow remains swollen, extremely tender to the touch, and lightly contused, although I suffered no significant road rash.

In fact, all of these injuries match up almost exactly to the injuries I sustained in my last fall, when I slipped on ice in February 2008. Thinking about it, I think that the car never actually hit me personally. Its bumper was right at shin-level, and I should have had some sign of impact there if it had hit me. Instead, my front wheel shows significant sign of impact — it’s slightly tacoed. I think the car hit my front wheel and knocked me over, and that all my bruises and scrapes came from that fall, not from the car actually touching my body. I’m so, so grateful that guy didn’t wait a fraction of a second longer in turning (although another minute would really have been best, to just let me by altogether), because I’m pretty sure something would have broken in that case.

Now I start the fun, fun process of trying to get my bike fixed. The Kirkland Bike Shop did a quick ‘n’ dirty evaluation of the bike and suggested that $1,000 would cover all the repairs. He recommended replacing the handlebars ($400), the front fork ($300, although it’s possible Bontrager doesn’t make them anymore, which could be a problem), and of course the bent wheel ($200), plus labor, new bar tape, and other miscellaneous small parts like spokes. I’m going to have at least one other bike shop give me an estimate, and get itemized estimate printouts from each shop for the insurance company… whichever one that may be.

Insurance will certainly be the big issue here. This morning I called Hertz and found out that the driver had already started the claims process, a good sign. I couldn’t actually talk to any useful Hertz people on a Sunday, but the nice lady on the other end did give me a couple numbers to call during normal business hours. Then I called Oracle; the security guard on duty gave me the number to call on Monday as well. So now I’m calling the driver, Hertz, and Oracle tomorrow, in that order.

I just want my bike back in one piece.

Guess it’s good I have the Xtracycle to ride in the meantime!

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