So, I was riding my bike on the sidewalk, because people like to yell at bicyclists. There was this car looking to pull out of a parking lot into traffic. Normally, cars will be as close to the road as possible. This guy was at least five feet back. He saw an opening in traffic right as I crossed in front of him. A split second after he hit the gas, he hit me... Or the back tire of my bike. My left knee was wrenched as my bike spun out from under me and I hit the ground. I feel very lucky that he hit my bike and not me. At this point in time, the law is on his side, since I am not allowed on the sidewalk. Had he stopped, I would've received a citation and been responsible for the damage to his car. Instead, after hitting a human being with his car, he decided to commit a felony and speed off, post haste. Flee the scene of the crime even. I've wondered since then if he knew whether he had killed me or not. He was gone before I tried to get up. I wonder if the lingering thought of vehicular manslaughter runs through his head at night. The impact was so loud that the cars across the street waiting at the red light rolled down their windows and someone shouted, "are you ok!?" I said, "NO!" Then the light turned green and they all drove off. I wonder, as they told the story later that day if it occurred to them that they left me laying there in the sidewalk unable to walk. "Cory," you ask (or I pretend you do to move this along), "why weren't you in the road where you should've been?" That's a great question. Sometime earlier a teenage girl doing her makeup while driving hit me while I sat at a red light. When I looked behind me the terrified girl behind the wheel threw her hands in the air grasping a compact and a makeup brush and mouthed, "I'm so sorry!" Since then I've had many drivers yell at me telling me to get off the road and into some dank dungeon where I belong. The honking, daily near misses and shaking angry fists built up until I took to the sidewalks. There are no bike paths in this town. So now, a few days later as I'm hunched over a cane and shuffling along like an octogenarian, I'm thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy getting yelled at again. It's safer in the street. This time I'm strapping flashing red LEDs all over my bike and I'll be lit up like a Christmas tree rolling down the middle of the lane. As an interesting point of law (at least in idaho), a bicycle is considered a full vehicle on the road. I have all of the rights of all the cars and trucks. I won't apologize if you have to change lanes to go around me. Drivers do this for slower cars and often don't give it a second thought. Let's share the road and be civil to each other. And for heaven's sake, if you hit someone with you're car, stop and see if they're ok.