After having my new bike for only a week (a lovely thank-you-and-we-love-you gift from two visiting friends), a man on an electric bike sped head-on into me and rammed into my front wheel yesterday. Both of us flew off our bikes and were in shock.
I was wearing a dress.
Thankfully enough, the skirt didn't fly up. And besides, that was the least of my problems.
I had named my new bicycle Ladybug, for its wondrous black and red pattern. Worried about Ladybug, I quickly got up and pulled her onto the sidewalk. My spirits quickly sank (further than they already had) as I saw how much damage had been done to Ladybug's front. I couldn't even walk her anywhere... the front wheel was too warped.
Now, I say that the man rammed into me, because he was speeding along on the "wrong" side of the road. Not that any other biker follows the rule 100% of the time, but it's a point to be made after an incident like this. He was also smoking (thus hindering his ability to fully maneuver his bike). And he wasn't looking at the path in front of him... instead, he was distracted by something to his right. In the brief half-second before the collision, I calculated that I wouldn't have time to get out of the way, without running into some other biker next to me... so I just braced myself for impact.
Long story short, we crashed. I parked Ladybug on the sidewalk and locked her up. Feeling my left thigh throbbing, I pulled up my skirt to see the damage... finding a six-inch scrape, bleeding and starting to bruise around the sides. I hobbled to a nearby convenience store to purchase bottled water and some tissue to clean myself up. I was late meeting up with a friend for dinner. This happened around, oh, 5:30 p.m.
Fast forward a few hours later, around 8:30, after I had done the whole antiseptic, Neosporin, self-adhesive goo-turned-bandage procedure, I decided to set out on a mission to retrieve Ladybug. After all, I didn't want her to think I had abandoned her. And it's been so muggy in Beijing lately, I was worried she would get rained on... and subsequently rust.
Because she wasn't "walkable," I had to carry her for about three kilometers. I kept switching positions, as this was causing some serious soreness in my back, shoulders, arms, and wrists. I didn't carry her home, but instead, to a place where I knew there would be a bike repairman setting up shop the next morning. Locked her up, said good night, and went home. Thoroughly sweaty. This took approximately two laborious hours.
This morning, I went to the sidewalk curb where I knew the repairman would be. He said it would cost me 150 RMB (the entire bike cost 460 RMB, including basket, bell, and a huge lock) to fix up the entire front. I tried bargaining, but to no avail. He knew I was desperate to get Ladybug well again.
After a long lunch and doing some work on my laptop, all the while fretting about the well-being of Ladybug undergoing her surgery (as I had put it to friends), I went to check up on her. The repairman was just about done, as he was working on tightening up the screws and such. And then... finished!
Ladybug had a speedy recovery and we are now going everywhere around town together again. Albeit, a bit more cautiously.
Check her out, and behold, a snapshot of my scrape.
Be careful out there on the roads, everyone! ...And no, we don't wear helmets in Beijing. I know, I know... so bad! Don't tell my mom about any of this.
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