Monday, April 17, 2006

Bad week

There is no joy when you crash your beloved dirtbike into some moron's expensive car. Especially not when such an event comes at the end of a week of teaching with sinusitis, and just before your boss telling you that your schedule is imminently changing for the worse.

The moron was making a slow left hand turn and thought it might be a good idea to just stop halfway through the turn, before actually reaching the road he was turning onto. I breaked and swerved, but not enough, and hit his car going about 60 kmh. Enough speed to get me airborne for a few seconds and seven meters of road. I was lucky. I fell on my back and ass, rolling just a little and snapping my right ankle on the pavement. My shoe flew off down the road, and I rolled around in pain, not knowing which hurt worse, my ankle or my heart. I felt something strange jamming into my ass and at first thought it was the top knob of my femur. I thought I dislocated my right leg. When I regained a little sense, I realized it was my wallet in an unusual position. I was still in the road and my bike was still going, the back tire spinning. The throttle must have been pinned on.

The cops came, a man I knew just happened to be passing by and helped with the translation and all. My bike wasn't registered so there was nothing I could do in terms of the law, even though the accident was almost entirely his fault. Had my bike been registered I may not be looking at the repair cost that almost equals what I paid for the bike. I went to the hospital, got some Xrays. The doctor found nothing broken, so I got a brace and the advice to keep off it for a few days. The plans to go to GyeongJu were canned, and the weekend that followed a terrible week was boring at best.

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