A Brush With Death (Daily?)

I realise, I am writing a great deal in these last two days, maybe three, I do not know, who counts anyway...but something of interest that may require little cerebrality(my neologism of the day...). In the past three days I have almost died or been injured maybe four times. One day a CAT bus pulled out in front of me on my bike and I almost got smeared. Then that same day, an F150 about headed on me. Then this morning a car whipped around from a blind spot and did not stop at a stop sign and nearly killed me, but I stopped and due to this sudden change in velocity, flipped the bike and my body, which always a great way to start a morning. Finally, I hope, a Ford Taurus about rammed me when it didn't stop for a stop sign while I was on the way to my last class of the day. I think I am going to start carrying around an airhorn.

I do not know if I have hit me written on my forehead, or maybe just a death wish. I do not know, but I am either really lucky or the laws of averages is going to catch up with me. I mean almost a year ago, this time,I had my little accident. You remember, the one where I started to hydroplane, got it under control then got hit, spun around and nearly got head on-ed by the blue volvo semi, and then the 911 operator told me to be careful because there were several accidents reported around me... I just hope none of that Final Destination stuff starts to happen, just kidding, but not really, none of that please.

Addendum: Several Hours Later

Went out, against my better judgment again today, or rather, this evening. I thought, well if I put my little blinker on, I'll be fine, it will increase my visibility. Well it did, BUT I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and my handlebar clipped the side of a rail, flinging me forward flat onto my back, the bike on top of me. After I gathered myself and that cool hardness that you feel after you hit your head begins to turn into a headache, I realised I lost my glasses. I found them after some little rescue, and out of no where, a girl runs up and asks if I am okay. I assure her I am, but she doesn't seem to believe me. Eventually she realises I am asking her to go about her own business and leave me to mine in such a most embarassing scene. She does and as she walks away and I ride off, I laugh. You just must laugh. The only thing you can do in such a time. God is a comedian playing to a crowd to afraid to laugh as Mr V always said, and I had to laugh because I wrote about my events, and then it is my own actions that end to my crash. It is just pure comedy...maybe there is someone in that all seeing, tower watching, and hopefully he is watching this spectacle...