But How's the Bike?!

I just found out that my dear friend Sally (who just became a new cyclist) was involved in an incident this morning.

After safely crossing an intersection on her way to work, a car sped around the corner and clipped her rear tire knocking her off the bike. It doesn't appear that she sustained any scratches or road-rash, but does have a banged up ankle. After getting the call, Rob whisked her off to A&E like a knight in shining armor. If you get a moment, send her an email letting her know that you're thinking of her.

It does sort of shake the feeling of invincibility that I have. Sally is the most courteous, safe, and diligent cyclist I've ever seen (she's not a fan of riding down the center lane of the road like I am) and yet she gets clipped in her first 100 kilometers while I ride 2000 without an incident.

On a lighter note, her bike sustained no damage at all, so it'll be waiting in the bike shed garage when she's ready to start commuting again.