I love riding my bike. Nothing feels better than
getting to work under your own power. But from now on
when it rains, I will not ride my bike no matter how
tempted I am.
I guess you know where this is going. What is
important here isn't the fact that I caught my front
tire in the streetcar tracks, nor that I fell flat on
my face and skidded a few feet before stopping. What
is important here is that the instant I fell I heard
screeching sounds. A woman in a Ford Explorer threw
her truck into park, put on her hazards and stopped
traffic until I could get up. Not only that, but two
other women stopped to help me up. One of the women
picked me up and asked me if I'd broken anything. The
other grabbed my bike and wheeled it off to the side
for me. They stayed with me until my head stopped
spinning and I felt well enough to continue on my way.
It was incredible. Three complete strangers stopping
to help someone in need. I know what you're thinking,

 'it's a girl thing'. And you're absolutely correct. 

 I had my accident right outside of a police
station, and although there were uniformed officers
standing right there, not one of them moved to help.
And they were all male.
I could go on and draw a conclusion here. That's what
journalism does. It tells you what to think. I'm not
doing this though. I've presented facts, and I leave
you to make your own mind as to what my point really

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