In Young Frankenstein Gene Wilder sees Marty Feldman's head with the other dead heads--and Marty's head (although live) reads, "Freshly Dead." That's how my skull almost was this morning...
An SUV driver, rapidly exiting her low-income housing project, purposely did not stop. The bzich banged into my bike. Thank Zeus there were no dents or broken brain bones and I am not even freshly dead. Marty Feldman, however, should rest in peace.
Elna! Oh my God! I'm happy you're okay, but if your head was hit, even the slightest bit, please see a doctor. Don't take any chances. Otherwise, they might name your brain "Abby something or other...hmm..Abby Normal!"
Posted by: Beth | November 19, 2010 at 10:45 AM
Hi Beth,
I'm fine. I was more worried about the bicyle--it's okay too. I must make sure I give right of way to assholes--just the way of the world...a woman in an SUV can do more damage than a Marty Feldman fan on a bike early in the morning...happy turkey!
Posted by: EL | November 19, 2010 at 10:53 AM
Wow! I'm so glad you're ok, Eleanor!
I wasn't so lucky, in '97. All four limbs shattered. I was told I'd never walk or type again.
Posted by: David Beroff | November 19, 2010 at 08:26 PM
thanks David. Hope you are well and you were walking the last time I saw you. was your accident in Philly? any advice for us bikers still doing it?
Posted by: EL | November 19, 2010 at 08:35 PM