Maybe it's "carma"

My first spill on the road happened a few weeks ago. 

I was pedaling on the last leg of my trip home, literally two blocks away, when a driver side door flung open into the bike lane. With one cyclist trailing closely and motorists whizzing past us to my left, colliding into this door seemed like the less grave scenario. THUD! I rolled off the door and tumbled down the road. The other cyclist tripped over my bike. And the two of us were laid out flat separated from our bikes. I took much longer to return to a standing position than the other guy. He was up before my adrenaline began to plummet and register the unrelenting pain in my right chest.

The moments between impact and when the ambulance arrived are a little fuzzy except for when I realized the driver was the owner of a MY16 Toyota Corolla. The same top-selling compact for which I lent a hand in developing an ad campaign at my last gig. HA! 

First off, don't believe anyone who says Toyotas are made of plastic. Not true! I'll raise my shirt and show you my scar and bruise. And perhaps for a moment I thought maybe if I kept my post at my last gig I wouldn't have sold my car which in turns means I wouldn't have been on a bike at that hour, day and time, yada-yada. 

Oh, whatever, Shit happens.