Anyway, this kind of brings me to the point of this... I got doored, and the bike was too damaged to ride home. I went to the Emergency, no broken bones, but the chest and face took a beating and it's gonna take some time to heal. I'll be alright.
However, some weird/valuable observations. In that moment, life kinda flashed in my mind, but more the immediacy, rather than the passed. In exchange for that loss of long-term memory, I also have a clearer vision into the future. Sure I looked back and saw how I went wrong (too close to the parked cars, taking thoughtless chances, not taking enough care on the road, etc...). But those mistakes happened, now I know better than being careless, but paid one hell of a price!
It realigned things though (hahaha...). I started immediately to think who would be there for me. Even at that moment, at my humblest, in need of help, who would and wouldn't be there for me. Then came the distant future... realignment. A clarity. It definitely shook me, and I know who was there for me then, and I know who wasn't/wouldn't be, and I know that I needed to change what wasn't working for me.
The bike? I tried to fix it, adjusted the gears and the front alignment, but it's not riding the same. I guess I'm not really a professional at fixing it after such a huge crash; it obviously takes more than tinkering, and it needs a lot more time. I'll keep trying to fix it, I want to fix it, but that wobble isn't looking any better, unfortunately. It really requires a complete rebuild. I'll never give up the biking because of this accident; I love it too much and I guess it was my partly fault as well, just for riding too close to the damn swinging doors. Time for a new bike? When I'm ready to ride I suppose, but it's gonna take some time to heal, and maybe by then the wobble will be repaired. Or, maybe not; it's not like the old bike was without its problems, but, definitely worth fixing.
ps. Thanks to Ryan for sending me Joel Plaskett's In Need of Medical Attention (63mb) and see you at the show! Wow.. he (Plaskett, that is) has come a long way... not a bad album for a first solo, but still lots of Thrush Hermit in him there... sounds so young, lost and disappointed in himself. The medical theme throughout is fantastic though... Few highlights?: 1, 2, 6, 9, 10.
02. When I Have My Vision
Goodness gracious me, I'm sure
It's raining harder than it ever has before
I can feel it coming down so hard
Can't help but think somebody's got my calling card
I'm waiting on admission to heaven
So wake me up at 7
I'll go out and find something to do
And one of these days, when I have my vision
I'm gonna make a speech and I'm gonna charge admission
We're gonna have a big parade
To celebrate all the money that we made
I wanna ride on the top of the float
And stare at all the people and gloat
I don't like sleeping in late
So wake me up at 8
I'll go out and find something to do
And one of these days when I have my vision
There's gonna be no reason for this ugly indecision
Well here we are, and I'm shit outta luck
So I think it's time for me to pass the buck
If I'm in the car when it crashes
Miss me most and you can kiss my ashes
Things seem to be coming up all the time
So wake me up at 9
I'll go out and find something to do
And one of these days, when I have my vision
I'll let 'em lay me on the table and make the first incision
I heard once that it don't make sense
To build a wall where you shoulda put a fence
I heard twice you should not put me
Where you put a fridge, a couch and a TV
The world needs a few good men
So wake me up at 10
I'll go out and find something to do
And one of these days, when I have my vision
I'm still waiting on admission into heaven
So wake me up at quarter past 11
I'll go out and find something to do
And one of these days when I have my vision
I will gather my disciples for the final expedition
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