I was talking with Sam at Friday Coffee Club. The conversation was about holey sweaters. Sam (and Lawyer Mike) both were chatting about the virtues of old wool sweaters as a mid layer for winter biking. We should form a club or something. Sam is also a redhead for which she gets special bonus points. When I was a kid, and had, um, hair, I was a redhead too. In fact I still am. In places.
As she was about to leave, Sam mentioned that she had to go to a physical therapy appointment. I asked why and she said she was recently hit by a car. Incredulous, I mentioned that she makes six people, all women, that I know who’ve been hit by a car in since May 2011. Then she said, “Make it seven. Jeff was hit recently too.” Jeff is her husband who was standing across the room. He appeared to be okay.
Are you kidding me? Why is walking and riding a bike around here a blood sport?
It makes me think that I have a target on my back and that it’s only a matter of time before my number gets called.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Knock on wood … I went through years of riding a motorcycle and lots of riding a bicycle since giving up the motorcycle at 30 without a collision with a car. I did have a collision with some some dudes paceline riding on the MVT once.
Eight. Whacked November 2013. Luckily, no lasting effects except maybe a heightened spidey sense.
Well, at least we are getting some gender balance. 😦 I am actually amazed that only one death is among the eight.