Car doored.

After seven years of being a cyclist in Sydney (deemed one of the least safe cities for cyclists in the world) it was bound to happen. After countless upon countless near misses and other various light accidents something was coming my way. And so it did at very early on Sunday morning as I was heading to work (Sunday morning, I know, that's a whole other thing). I was grouchy for various reasons - not least of all the time of day it was and where I was headed, but stoked to have a green light half way down the big hill that it sucks to stop at, in my piddly little "cycle lane" yes that picture of a bike squished between parked cars and traffic. When bam my bicycle meets a van door. Normally I'm hyper aware of these things. People have a sixth sense for things being about to happen - a slight movement in the door way causes you to pre-emptively swerve but not for me, not this time. I was happily belting down the hill, probably at 30kph and then I was in the air and my bike was not underneath me and I was thinking "ummm"...
The big islander man was absolutely mortified and drove me and my bike home. Now I'm nursing some impressive gashes and a bruised hand... normally I put nice things on my blog, but if you are intrigued by the gruesome and graphic ( I do find wounds pretty impressive myself), do click on after the jump for photos...

I'm thinking day by day progress shots are in order.. may be i'll save those for fbook not here though... I almost fainted this morning taking the bandage off the big hip wound. I hate not being able to do things - though not being at work right now isn't fussing me too much! It could of been so much worse too. I didnt get my face, I'm scraped all down the side I don't sleep on, I was wearing a helmet, I can walk, nothings broken. My boy is here to look after me and bring me tea. I'm lucky.