So I'm leaving my office last night at 5-ish, north exit, turn right, need to turn left at the next intersection so shoulder-check, left signal on, start moving over, and then
I roll down the street a bit, come to rest sitting up, see the bike ahead of me, lying on its side on the sidewalk but still running. Hadn't quite
processed what had happened, but then behind me I hear and see a kid coming out of a Honda Accord that's gotta be a decade older than he is: "OMG, I can't believe I did that! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you! Are you OK?"
ATGATT, folks. I have a small scrape on my right wrist. My left forearm is scraped near the elbow, and heavily bruised and swelling. A rib or two on my right side is bruised, but I'm quite sure it's not cracked (I've had both before, I'm pretty sure this isn't cracked). My 9-year-old overpants that were already somewhat beat up look a bit like someone took a cheese grater to them, so I'll be looking for replacements on Black Friday. Cheap Chinese plastic top box is toast, metal Happy Trail pannier on the left is dented and the bar holding it on is bent, but aside from that, that's it. Bike seems to run fine, I rode it 5 miles home on surface streets (avoided the freeway) and seems great.
I guess if I had to have an accident with a cage, this was probably about as "gentle" as it could be. Phew!
Pictures if you're bored.