I finally got into a bike accident!
My right palm has lots of abrasions and a little blood, the other one is better. My bike saddle is slightly scuffed on one side but otherwise, my bike is totally fine. It was a low speed crash on the bike path between Leiden and Den Haag near De Vlietland. It is a two way path with no clear center line demarcation, but it's wide enough for four riders to go abreast.
I like to ride faster than most lolligaging dutch commuters, which is still much slower than the spandex crowd. I got passed by some racers as usual. I passed a few grandmas, some ladies in heels, and was about to pass a slowpoke man, who was riding on the far right of the path.
Plenty of room for me to pass. Ha!
Just as I was a few feet away, he decided to turn left across the path without checking behind himself or signalling. I shouted, and then crashed my front wheel into his back wheel and fell off, skidding on my palms.
Overall, not so bad but,
He politely asked if I was okay and ushered me to a local sailing clubhouse where he told them that the "meisje heeft op de fiets gevallen" which meant I fell off my bike like an idiot. Nothing about him turning left without looking! Grrr. They were very sweet and gave me band-aids.
I will ding my bell constantly now and shout, ON YOUR LEFT when I'm even thinking about passing someone. I used to hate that in Prospect Park, hearing "On your left" every few minutes even though I was riding in a straight line and there was tons of room to pass, but I guess it's necessary.
It's interesting that I met some other former New Yorkers recently and one of them used to ride her bike in Brooklyn too. She mentioned that it felt a bit scary to ride here because of all the other cyclists! I thought that was a bit weird, cyclists make it safe, no?
I rode the rest of the 20km with lots of adrenaline in my system.
At least it wasn't a cabbie.