We went downtown this evening, as usual, for the Compline service at our church. It was men singing this week, so Rob went on into the church, and I stayed in the car, listening to the radio and reading, for the hour that I needed to kill, while they were rehearsing.
A few minutes before 9:30, I closed my book, put the club on the steering wheel, and prepared to go inside. Opened the car door, and out of nowhere (I swear I looked!) came a cyclist who flew off his bike and landed in the hinge of the door. How he managed that I'll never know.
I am still seated in the car as this happens, so relax, I am completely OK -- well, physically, anyway. Paramedics, ambulance, cops come and various consultations and exchanges of information take place...and eventually we all disperse. The guy is OK. A small scrape on one arm. His bike is OK. His helmet is OK. And after sitting for a little, and doing some walk-arounds, the paramedics are content that he is OK to ride away if he wants to, and he does. We'll stay in touch.
But Sheba is not OK. The impact and the weight on her hinge, and the scrape along her body...both driver's side doors, plus the front fender, and of course the door hinge, are all munged at least some. Driveable, yes, but this is a 1989 vehicle, and we're thinking, with the body work that will be required, the insurance might very well write her off. Oh joy! We really weren't planning on a vehicle purchase just now, thanks.
Anyway, tomorrow will be the police report and then the claim, and then we'll see what next.
I haven't had the tears yet, so I guess I'd better get off to bed and let that happen. SIGH!
A few minutes before 9:30, I closed my book, put the club on the steering wheel, and prepared to go inside. Opened the car door, and out of nowhere (I swear I looked!) came a cyclist who flew off his bike and landed in the hinge of the door. How he managed that I'll never know.
I am still seated in the car as this happens, so relax, I am completely OK -- well, physically, anyway. Paramedics, ambulance, cops come and various consultations and exchanges of information take place...and eventually we all disperse. The guy is OK. A small scrape on one arm. His bike is OK. His helmet is OK. And after sitting for a little, and doing some walk-arounds, the paramedics are content that he is OK to ride away if he wants to, and he does. We'll stay in touch.
But Sheba is not OK. The impact and the weight on her hinge, and the scrape along her body...both driver's side doors, plus the front fender, and of course the door hinge, are all munged at least some. Driveable, yes, but this is a 1989 vehicle, and we're thinking, with the body work that will be required, the insurance might very well write her off. Oh joy! We really weren't planning on a vehicle purchase just now, thanks.
Anyway, tomorrow will be the police report and then the claim, and then we'll see what next.
I haven't had the tears yet, so I guess I'd better get off to bed and let that happen. SIGH!