Friday nights are crazy. At the end of the night on my sober way home and way before last call (which is the worst to bike through) I got rear-ended by a wasted/intoxicated/all of the above – guy on a bicycle that zoomed right into the blinking red gaze of my rear lights (3). CLANK!!
The frenchie is quite a sturdy steel machine so nothing really happened to it, but getting rear-ended twice, once on each of my bikes, within 2 weeks – sucks.
I will soon be busting out my ninja whips and stink bombs. Watchout reckers!