I remember the driver getting out of his van to see if I was all right. I was in so much pain I couldn't respond to his questions. I managed to roll over onto my back so I could better identify my injuries. One woman called an ambulance and another person used my Road ID to call my wife. Several firemen stopped and immediately started checking my vitals and strapped me to a backboard while waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Thankfully, my wife was able to make it to the accident scene before I was transported to the hospital.
I arrived home to find that my bike was demolished and my helmet was cracked in two places. The driver was an unlicensed, uninsured 18 year old kid (lucky me). As I lay on my couch enjoying the warm summer breeze, I can't help but realize what a wonderful and exciting life I've had thus far, and I want to thank God for giving me another day. I have been running, but not seriously. I am still without a bike, but I'm alive...I survived.
- Benjamin .V from Pleasanton, CA