Bye Bye...BIKE or BIKES

Swallow parks on the left side of the garage and she has done that for that past 5 months. I keep my two relatively nice bikes in front of her car. There really isn't another place to put them, and she supposedly has never hit them.. She knows how long the garage is, how long her car is, and how far in the garage she needs to be to shut the door. Apparently, last night all of that went out the window, as she came barreling into the garage and hit not only one of my bikes but both of them.

Hungry and I were sitting at the kitchen table chit chatting last night when I heard Swallow pull into the driveway. She must have hit the curb pretty hard, because I asked him if she had hit anything. He said no that is the sound the curb makes, and then we here CRASH! He quickly stated "yeah, I am pretty sure she hit something now." I come out to see Swallow sitting in her car and my bikes pinched between her car and the wall. Swallow is sitting in her car and looks at me and says "I think I hit your bikes." Yeah, ya think so huh? I told her to back up, which she does but only like 6 inches. I told her to back again so I could at least examine the damages. She again backs up, but this time with a question...she asked "were you standing by the front door waiting for me to hit the bikes, because I came out awfully quick?" I looked at her and smiled, not even having a chance to respond she then says "good, glad you aren't mad, wanna have a drink?"

After examining my bikes I noticed that the frame of my road bike is bent enough that it isn't rideable and my mountain bikes handle bars went through the wall of the garage. Good Job Swallow! Unfortunately, she will have a permanent reminder since the handle bars also dented the hood of her car.

I came inside to have Travis tell me that I handled that situation really well. I enlighted him on my strategy of, if I get myself all worked up, I end up being the only one to calm myself down. So I just skip the entire part and try not react. No reaction really is the best reaction. Swallow felt bad enough (or at least I thought she did), its a material possession so they can be either fixed or replaced (I am not to concerned about it), and Swallow is my girl (I'd go to bat for her any day, so I am willing to let things go). All in all ther is really no point in crying over spilled milk!