The first bike accident

Today I got hit by a truck.

Denise and I were riding to school on our regular route, which consists of 3 crosswalks, a park and a walkway. The only real road interactions are the crosswalks. Let me first say, if I haven't already, that Korean drivers are insane. Running red lights, driving really really fast, cutting people off, not stopping for pedestraians, swerving lanes, motorcycles on the sidewalks. I'm surprised I haven't witnessed an accident yet.

Anyway, we came to our first crosswalk. Denise mentioned that there was a truck going the wrong way. I saw it and it was actually backing up. He stopped so we started to cross. Then he decided to go anyway and was coming right for me. He kept going and hit me. My bike hit the ground. I was actually not hit, just the bike. My first action, when the truck was still moving, was to put my hand on the truck, because, you know, maybe I could stop the truck from moving. Anyway, Denise was pissed and threw her bike down on the ground and started giving this driver guy a piece of her mind, hands in he air, yelling. It was classic. He had gotten out by then and a small crowd had gathered. I can't remember what I said but I know that I wouldn't repeat it in front of small children. But it is highly unlikely that anyone around us even understood what we were saying. I was totally fine though, just a little shocked. The retard who was driving looked more worried because we were foreigners.

Its funny now, looking back. Denise stood up for me like it was nobody's business! She doesn't hold back. And my sweet bike is fine.