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damn lucky (and the horse too...) ~ July 23, 2002 - 9:25 p.m. so, it happened. I got into my first motorcycle accident. I'm totally fine, everyone is-- even the horse. I was riding home-- so close, less than a half mile from the yoga center-- and a woman was leading a horse by the side of the road. another woman, having just come from the yoga center, was driving the other way. the horse got spooked by the sound of the bike, reared up and ran into the road. I swerved to miss it and swerved into the car. I think I yelled NOOOOOO! as I made impact. my foot got banged up a little, but nothing broken. it's kinda sore, but that's it. my bike is... somewhat damaged. the cover on the oil tank is bent up, it's leaking some oil. and the gearshift lever is mangled, so for now it's unrideable. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and praying that the oil tank cover can be replaced without replacing the whole engine block. her car door and fender are pretty mangled. I don't even know yet what my insurance deductible is, and I'm scared of how much it might cost me. especially since I was more or less broke to begin with. but what's funny-- is that I was coming back from picking up the wristband that will get me into the christian festival I'm working for fatty eggroll tom this weekend. and as I was riding home, I was thinking how nice it was that the universe had provided me with a handy alternative to making porn for some quick money. we'll see how much I come away with this weekend, and how much I wind up needing for repairs and etc. what I'd really like would be for the woman with the horse to help me with the costs... but I don't know if that's going to happen. I need to look up the legal ramifications of animal-caused accidents. and if I have to, I can still take my clothes off for some quick cash. posing for smut pictures is not the worst temp job I've ever had, much as I hate the porn industry and the role it plays in our culture. too many men I've encountered have been warped by the idea of woman as plaything. but the work itself is just fine. I mean, I think my body is beautiful too, and if someone wants to pay me large amounts of cash to take pictures of it... well, sometimes it really helps. with motorcycle repairs and things. so yeah. a crazy kind of a day. the woman I hit was also pretty freaked out-- and apparently this is the second time this year she's been hit by a motorcycle-- but she was very nice, all things considered. she's also a part of the larger community-- not living at the center, but part of the santa cruz satsang. so I left my bike by the side of the road and she drove me back to the center. we traded information, then I went back to my room and iced my foot and had a good, hard cry. and then worked in the kitchen for the rest of the day. august drove me back to my bike this evening, and I pushed it back to the center with the help of amar das, who happened along. I'm finding my way back to normal. still kinda shaken up, still utterly freaked about money and repairs and how it's all going to work... but I know that things will work out, however they do. and I'm remembering to feel blessed and grateful that it wasn't worse than it was. it so easily could have been. but to have been in a motorcycle accident and walk away utterly unscathed, worrying only about money? pretty damn lucky, if you ask me.
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