tonight i was driving on broadway on my way to the gym, desperately searching for a rare parking spot that rarely appears on broadway. out of nowhere, a spot opened up on the right and at the very moment i was steering into it, a bicyclist was passing by that very spot, and i think my car grazed his handlebars. I was not aware of this until i heard someone yelling at me, and saw his face and his machete eyes aimed at me.
i don’t mean to make it sound like i was the victim. i was just caught in a very unaware moment, which is not something i am proud of, nor would i want to document it in writing in a blog that can be read by anyone (as you can see, i like to pretend that i am not the only one who is reading this).
once i realized what happened, i began to get out of the car to see if he was ok, but he quickly got back on his bike and bolted off. of course, i was immensely relieved that he seemed unharmed, but still it was disconcerting. i never imagined i would be the perpetrator of a bicycle accident, especially after being the perpetratee on so many occasions.
i guess in either position, one must be indignant and one must also be forgiving.