Not thrown off

This past winter, I went out for a routine bike ride that was part of a training plan I’d made for the New Year. It was a cool, but beautiful, day in Florida, and I was enjoying the relaxing, peaceful, and free feeling I get each time I ride my bike. 

Halfway into my ride I was waiting at a traffic light. When it turned green, I slowly began to bike forward and was hit by a minivan turning right. The driver simply did not see me next to him. Until I climbed out from under my bicycle, I felt dumbstruck. 

After standing up, I was better able to comprehend the situation and simply looked myself up and down, saw that I was OK, with the exception of a few cuts, and told the (panicking) driver of the minivan that I was all right. After a quick inspection of my bike, I assured him that I’d be able to continue my ride despite damage to my bike’s left handlebar.  

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