By David L. CohenMay 25, 2017 6:18pmWhile I was on my bike commute to work, I noticed something odd.
I stopped my bike to look up the road conditions.
The bike lanes had completely gone and the bike lanes were covered in white dust.
The road was really, really,really rough.
I thought, “Oh my God, what is going on here?”
So I went back and checked the road condition.
There were no signs of bike lanes at all.
There was no way to see what the road was like.
I looked for directions, but the bike path was completely empty.
I started to think, “If this is going to be my bike path, then what’s the point of me doing this?”
I realized that I’d had a very difficult bike commute.
It was hard.
It made me angry.
I’m not sure if I ever fully understood why I was so angry.
I had been riding my bike in a straight line for hours, but then I heard a scream.
I could hear it for miles.
I was walking across the street when I realized I had just been struck by a car.
It had smashed into my bike and crushed my bike.
I was still conscious, but it felt like a second death.
I couldn’t move.
I kept saying, “I can’t move.”
Then I looked back and saw a white light on my right side.
I knew I had hit the wrong bike.
My bike was crushed.
I started screaming, “My bike!”
I knew this was a real possibility.
I drove my bike across the block and found my bike was still on the ground, the seatbelt was still there.
My leg was still numb.
I thought, This is it.
I called my wife, who lives nearby, and she got me a new bike and a new phone.
The first day I rode the bike, I got five hundred text messages.
I got texts from friends who were riding, from people who were biking in the middle of nowhere.
I think it was because I was trying to do something that would make my life easier, but that didn’t work out that way.
I don’t remember how long I was in the hospital, but I was awake for six days.
I had three surgeries, and I had to spend a lot of time in the operating room.
I didn’t have the time to go to the doctor for a CT scan because I had a lot going on.
I have a hip replacement.
I needed a knee replacement.
All of that was a huge part of my life.
The bike is my life now.
I went to work on my new bike, and the first thing I did was put a new helmet on.
I didn’t get to ride the bike for a while, but at the end of my surgery, I was able to get on a bike and ride it again.
I remember thinking, I’m a better person for this.
I am a better cyclist because of that.
I know that.
After my surgery and the surgery, people started calling me my “road bike.”
I just wanted to ride it on the street and not worry about it.
But after a while I started to feel the bike was not safe anymore.
I still had to wear a helmet, but now I was riding it on a motorcycle and not a car or a bike.
It just felt a little safer.
I am riding my road bike now, and it is safe.
It is much safer than it was.
I can see my house from the road and I can walk across the sidewalk.
I don’t have to worry about my house getting smashed up.
I just want to enjoy life.
I want to ride my bike everywhere I go.
I have been biking for eight years, but since the crash I haven’t ridden my bike anywhere.
My friends have not given me permission to ride.
I’ve ridden on the sidewalks of my neighborhood and in the backyards of my friends.
I rode my bike with friends on a road bike ride in my neighborhood, and a friend who lives in a different neighborhood told me he thought I was being “road rash.”
I was like, What do you mean?
I had never ridden a bike in my life before, and now I do have a reason to do it.
I ride it for pleasure.
I love it.
It has taken me a long time to ride a bike, but there is no reason not to enjoy riding it.