Yesterday I went straight, on a crossing, out of habit. My youngest went left, because that was what we planned to do. So, I drove into her. We both are bruised all over. My bruises are the biggest, but she has the most intense one, right on her shin.
I got her home on the back of my bike, after bending things back to shape and breaking off a spoke, and after picking up debris from my bike from the street. Will have to walk there to fetch her bike later today.
Mine will need quite some work to get it good again. I hope hers is less damaged. Almost all the debris on the street was from my bike.
I now know my daughter is massive and formidable at swearing. The tarmac almost melted below her feet. I felt sorry for her that I did not react on it, beaten and crumbling. I focused on safety, getting her of the road first, and then getting the rest at the side of the road. Her swearing let me know she was overall pretty OK.
We had a pleasant evening after that, despite the stupid accident.