It was not last weekend but the one before that I was hit by the car. I desperately wish that I had more to show for it. Even saying the word 'hit' isn't accurate, it's for effect instead of a description. I was bumped, no I was nudged, no I was pawed at. At around three in the morning hanging around outside the bar a I was pawed by a car.
The downtown of Daegu is a compact place. Shops and restaurants and bars and boutiques are crammed beside above and below each other. The narrow streets have no sidewalk, no deliniation at all, so the result is that people flow around the cars as the cars gently try and wade through them. Gently being the operative word. Gently being the reason that my ankle is still using all its original parts.
I'll admit it, I didn't realize the car was behind me. I'm working on a system of face mounted mirrors to make sure it never happens again. I was jovial and then the right tire made contact with my left ankle and crept up it just a little. When I say crept up I mean the tire spun and gripping my skin it pull but in the moment it felt like the tire was off the ground an inch. At this point I pivoted my body and slammed my hands repeatedly on the hood of the car Donkey Kong Country style (I tried to find a video for reference but they were all too long. If you know then you know.) The driver, (young male, Asian, average build), had a heart attack and backed his car up, which at that moment was the exact combination of physical and physiological reactions I was looking for. My ankle was black from the tire rubber and I was missing a track of hair, but my ankle's integrity was uncompromised. I walked over to the drivers side window and told him that I was fine in what I hope was a stern voice but probably came off as very excited. Pictures were taken, but it just looked like an ankle.
How disapointing.
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