Today, I got hit by a Range Rover. With New York plates.
It happened around noon. At Sixth and Santa Clara.
I’d just about rode my bike down to the stop sign when homie came up close at the limit line. I’d been in a track stand when his bumper kissed my left thigh. About eight people saw it.
I didn’t fall, and – thanks me to God – I stayed vertical. But I’ve got the Range Rover logo burned in to the lint on my left thigh.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost…