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Eric S. Sande
Guest
I got doored this evening, it was totally my fault. I made the mistake of filtering right at a
light, a cab door popped open right in my zone and I was down in a heartbeat.
It was not immediately painful, but it later develops that my right knee is skinned fairly well and
I apparently hyperextended my right thumb, that's a unique injury that I am sure is going to be
interesting in the future.
The bike is semi OK, I haven't really checked it out. But it rides, I was on the way to the 7-11 and
I completed the mission.
I wasn't wearing a helmet but I was wearing a heavy wool sweater, winter tights (undamaged), a
Malcom X toque, and a pair of REI winter gloves. Very good equipment for being doored in, I guess.
I didn't hit the door full on. I did manage to maneuver so as to hit it glancingly, I think. But it
was fast, really fast.
The guy that doored me turned out to be named Hans, from Uruguay.
I asked him his name and he was most apologetic. He spoke excellent English. Better than your
average doorer, for sure.
But it was my mistake 100%, he knew it and I knew it. I still can't believe this happened to me, I'm
a pretty experienced rider but I guess I wasn't paying attention today.
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_______________________ALL AMIGA IN MY MIND_______________________ ------------------"Buddy Holly,
the Texas Elvis"------------------
__________306.350.357.38>>[email protected]__________
light, a cab door popped open right in my zone and I was down in a heartbeat.
It was not immediately painful, but it later develops that my right knee is skinned fairly well and
I apparently hyperextended my right thumb, that's a unique injury that I am sure is going to be
interesting in the future.
The bike is semi OK, I haven't really checked it out. But it rides, I was on the way to the 7-11 and
I completed the mission.
I wasn't wearing a helmet but I was wearing a heavy wool sweater, winter tights (undamaged), a
Malcom X toque, and a pair of REI winter gloves. Very good equipment for being doored in, I guess.
I didn't hit the door full on. I did manage to maneuver so as to hit it glancingly, I think. But it
was fast, really fast.
The guy that doored me turned out to be named Hans, from Uruguay.
I asked him his name and he was most apologetic. He spoke excellent English. Better than your
average doorer, for sure.
But it was my mistake 100%, he knew it and I knew it. I still can't believe this happened to me, I'm
a pretty experienced rider but I guess I wasn't paying attention today.
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_______________________ALL AMIGA IN MY MIND_______________________ ------------------"Buddy Holly,
the Texas Elvis"------------------
__________306.350.357.38>>[email protected]__________