Close Call

Last night, Erin and I went for a bike ride/jog; she biked while I jogged. We decided she didn't really need a helmet, since we were just riding along the sidewalk...

At one intersection, a small pickup truck pulled up to turn at the same time we approached the intersection. I went behind the truck, Erin decided to go in front of the truck. The guy didn't see either of us. Just as Erin went in front of him, he pushed the gas pedal. Erin says she heard him accelerate and thought, "oh, crap!" (My wife is so profane...). The guy ran right into her, knocking her over and he pushed her just a little bit. Thankfully, he realized it very quickly and let off the gas.

All the while, I'm behind the truck, so I didn't see it. I heard the truck stop and then Erin cry out, "Donnie!" It felt like an eternity until I came back from behind the truck to see what had happened, or how badly she was hurt.

Thankfully, Erin was only a little scraped. We straightened out the handlebars, put the chain back on the bike and Erin was able to ride home. Really, really amazing that nothing serious happened. It almost makes me cry thinking how close that was and it seemed surreal to be able to just go home, almost as if nothing happened. In talking with the guy, it seemed he was a few sticks short of a load, which means it's even more fortunate nothing serious happened.

Erin plans on wearing a helmet next time we ride bikes.