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godreamEntirely-too-exciting discovery of the day: when getting doored (http://google.com/search?q=doored for those who haven't had the pleasure), the really fun part actually isn't the split second where you see what's about to happen, or the flying through the air or even the hitting the ground... it's actually the moment afterwards where you realize: oh, okay, now I am prone in exactly the oncoming traffic that I was trying to stay out of. Awesome.
My solution (shrieking more or less non-stop till I got myself out of harm's way) seemed to work, although it kinda disconcerted the dude who doored me.
I walked away -- rolled away, even, on my bike, though I'm bruised and shaken and it's misaligned -- but we are both more or less intact, which I gather makes me very lucky. Whew. More taking the lane for me in future.
My solution (shrieking more or less non-stop till I got myself out of harm's way) seemed to work, although it kinda disconcerted the dude who doored me.
I walked away -- rolled away, even, on my bike, though I'm bruised and shaken and it's misaligned -- but we are both more or less intact, which I gather makes me very lucky. Whew. More taking the lane for me in future.
