I Got Hit By A Car Today... How Badass Is That?

True story.

It happened as I was riding my bike to go to my favorite musical establishment in the Shores, Car City Records.

It was a hot day out and people where driving like maniacs. I even mentally told myself I hope no one hits me. And that moment I am sure some ominous music started playing at that moment. That, or something shouted out, "That white boy is about to get mowed down".

Nevertheless, I continued my trek and I had just passed the Arby's, Ramblin' Rose by the MC5 came on my iPod, I said, "Wait... what... that is a car!" and I was side-swiped by a nice old man in a Lincoln. My face was greeted by his rear passenger side window. And my pelvis and hip was greeted by the door, while the handlebar of my bike got acquainted with my wedding gifts (if you know what I mean).

Right after I got hit, two guys riding their bikes passed me and said and I am paraphrasing, "That mother funky moose did not even stop. French fry him."

But the fact of the matter was this guy was like eighty-five years old. And I could not find it in my heart to yell at him. He asked if I was okay and my reply was (and I am not kidding), "Are you serious? I am so pumped right now!"

So he continued on and so did I. It was soon after that I realized I probably just took part in the most polite hit and run ever.

To make things worse or better, to be honest with you I had no clue what was going on. On account of the whole being hit by a movie vehicle thing. My friend Joe texted me saying, "Just saw riding the old two wheeler.. Looking good big guy." I sarcastically asked if he saw me get hit, to which he replied, "lol yes."

You may think I was furious by getting hit.

Oh, to the contrary.

It was probably one of my top three life experiences...

Right next to getting a cavity put in and watching Batman and Robin.

But in a weird way, I can cross off "Get hit by a motorized vehicle going more than 20 mph" off of my bucket list.

Suck on that Jack Nicholson. Skydiving? Pfft. Get run over by an old guy in a Lincoln, then we can talk shop about Bucket Lists.