#3 in a series that will hopefully not conclude with my death
I was chugging upgrade through downtown Portland this morning when some commuter decided that they really needed to pull into a parking lot right then and did so, not noticing the bicyclist wearing reflective clothing (including a red jacket) and with a lit eDelux headlight. Fortunately I got a split seconds warning and was able to start turning away before the car hit me, so I just bruised the fuck out of my left forearm as the car and I shuddered to a stop inches before a bicycle-rider-eating curb.
Need I mention that I was in a bike lane? OF COURSE I was in a bike lane, just as I was the last two times I got right hooked (the first time, on Oahu, the bike lane was actually physically separated, except for at the driveway where the right-hooker caught me.) I think the vehicular cycling people are fairly obnoxious, but on days like today I begin to see their point; if I’d have been rocking up the middle of the for-all-vehicles-except-bicycles-thanks-to-the-mandatory-sidepath-law lane this driver would have been behind me where I couldn’t get scraped along the right side of their car when they decided to pull into a parking lot.
(I hope that I just bruised my forearm; I’m going to pop into the doctor’s office this afternoon to have someone take a look to verify that I did not actually miss broken fragments of bone sticking out.)