So I went for a bike ride yesterday morning and got whacked by a car. She hit me with her left front fender, I think, not sure, but it was LOUD. I spun up in the air, came down on my back on the ground, possibly hitting the car again on the way down. I hit my head pretty hard on something, or somethings, but I was wearing my helmet and it cracked instead of me.
The doctors thought that I had merely bruised and battered myself, but a second look at the CT scans, and my occasional screaming whenever I tried to sit up, convinced them that I had in fact broken off pieces of two vertebrae in my lower back. Fortunately, they were relatively unimportant pieces, and I recovered quickly. But: looking at the helmet, and remembering the blow to my head as I hit first the car and then the ground, convinced me that without it, I’d either be dead or severely disabled. My friends have already purchased a new, identical helmet for me, and I’m looking forward to putting it on my head for a ride soon. And I will never, ever again ride my bike without a helmet on, not even my casual pedals across town. I’d rather look dorky than be dead.