On the night of November 10, 2010, an event occurred that I would never forget. Riding down to an OU basketball game, a car stopped at an intersection the driver believed that is was clear. He accelerated out but the problem was it wasn't clear. I was there on my bike. All I remember is watching the bumber getting closer and closer. There was no avoiding it. The sound of metal and plastic slamming into each other is molded into my mind. The next thing I remember is looking up into the sky. I rolled over to see the car that hit me stop and the driver get out. The driver got out and he felt awful. Another car who witnessed the accident check on me as well. About 30 seconds my friends who were also going to the basketball game saw me on the ground. I eventually got up with no injuries, only starches and bruises. I lifted up my hand and saw it shaking. MY friends were scared because it is hard to see a friend on the ground in the middle of the road. The intersection were I was hit will haunt me for some time. I am very lucky to walk away.
