Harry Potter, the Psychic Boss and the Laneways of Doom<\/p>\n
Scene: The office<\/p>\n
“I had a dream about you last night.” states my boss, walking into the office this morning.<\/p>\n
“Really, you dream about me?” I joke.<\/p>\n
“You were hit by a car. I was there. It wasn’t me that hit you, but I saw it.” <\/p>\n
“Uh huh.. yeah.. bike vs. car.. sounds just like me.” <\/p>\n
“You were okay though..”<\/p>\n
(he’s thinking “pity about that” I’m sure!)<\/p>\n
(Cue: Work montage)<\/p>\n
Scene: The ride home<\/p>\n
All suited up in my stylish ‘knicks and Crappy T-Shirt(tm)’ fashion statement from hell, I roll down the road, heading for home. <\/p>\n
Cruising down the Burke Road recently made famous by aus.bicycle’s ‘dave’ and ‘hippy’ for its right-turning traffic and laneways of doom, life couldn’t be peachier. Okay, it could, but that’s a whole other chapter.<\/p>\n
Doing my normal thing, passing all the cars waiting for Cantebury Road lights to change, I notice a 4WD. This 4WD is sticking its nose through the traffic to make a right-hand turn across my path. This large, shiny, 4WD isn’t paying much attention. In fact, I think I’m going to have to crash into it. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. Serves it right for not giving way to oncoming traffic. I don’t actually have enough room to stop, with half the vehicle across the lane in my path, so I brake and panic turn. It’s not enough and I plow into the 4WD.<\/p>\n
I had washed off quite a bit of speed and whacked into the white ‘building-on-wheels’ with my front wheel and right knuckles. <\/p>\n
Throw in an awkward stumble over the bike and my arse doesn’t even hit the ground – I’m still upright. Stare at 4WD’s back window as it crawls into a driveway (okay so it wasn’t a laneway THIS time). I follow – there’s no chance this one is getting out of here. <\/p>\n
A women gets out of the car and begins apologising. <\/p>\n
“Yeah, yeah.. I’m alive.. whatever.. Just slow down and open your eyes!”<\/p>\n
(insert standard discussion about not seeing you, are you okay, want a drink, need help putting on your chain or straightening your bars?)<\/p>\n
I go easy on her because she was very nice about it (much to the chagrin of some of you I bet!) twist my bars back around and walk back out to the road. <\/p>\n
“What are you doing now?”<\/p>\n
“Uh.. I’m riding home”<\/p>\n
“Oh, okay, well as long as you’re alright?”<\/p>\n
Like I said, very apologetic and it wasn’t a very hard impact.<\/p>\n
In fact, the only evidence of the incident now is a shade of white paint on my glove’s knuckles. <\/p>\n
I’m not sure what this makes the count, I’ve lost track now, but I think this may tip the balance in favour of ‘cars hitting me’ as opposed to ‘me hitting cars’. <\/p>\n
The wackiest part was my boss ‘predicting’ this in a dream! I was laughing about that all the way home.. well, sort of \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Just in case you’re wondering, ‘The Boss’ will remain nameless, since I’m sure he doesn’t want 1004 people ringing him up all hours asking for next week’s lotto numbers! \ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Harry Potter, the Psychic Boss and the Laneways of Doom Scene: The office “I had a dream about you last night.” states my boss, walking into the office this morning. “Really, you dream about me?” I joke. “You were hit … Continue reading