It's now been 5 minutes and I can breathe again! I will start off by telling you that I am perfectly fine...and so is Dragon...she just has a scratch and a ding.
I stood in line for 15 minutes waiting on the express shuttle to the Yosemite Visitor Center which is a half mile from the parking lot. Okay, so I'm a wimp. My foot is still killing me and my riding boots are just that, "Riding Boots." I decided I would just ride over and see it from the outside and maybe come back tomorrow for my passport stamp. I tool along through the village, checking it out, and realize that there may be some open parking spots right up close. I round a corner in the parking lot and see a white E 350 touring van stopped in the middle of the lot. I see the spot he is gonna turn into and think to myself, "That'll be tight but he can do it." Then I suddenly notice the reverse lights come on. I'm like, "Okay, he's decided to give himself a little room. Cool." Then the van begins to pick up speed. I stop Dragon in the middle of the road, but I can do nothing except try to push backward with my feet. At this moment, I am hating the fact that I have increased the suspension for a smoother ride and think, "Oh shit this is a downward slant and I'm going nowhere!" Picking up more speed as he gets closer, the driver of the van is backing up--either with no regard for what's behind him or he just isn't looking! Realizing I have to try to avoid the inevitable, I hit the kill switch, pull the clutch, set the tire perpendicular to the van's bumper, lighten the weight on my feet, and lay on the horn! The van hits me. After being pushed about 5 feet, the bike and van come to a halt. I manage to pull the bike away from the van. I'm checking the bike for damage (aside from a scratch on the bumper where the handlebar twisted and it hit the rim, there is zero damage) when a young man and woman come running back to me yelling, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" All I could manage to say was, "I'm fine, but I'm not sure about my bike!" After completing a thorough check of Dragon, I determine everything is fine. The young man who was driving gives me a hug, shakes my hand, apologizing profusely. I tell him, "I'm alright and so is my bike. Next time neither you nor the rider may be so lucky! Please, look twice! You could save a life!" Man, that was crap! Really? That's the best thing I could think to say to this guy who could have killed me? If I had been riding anything other than an Enduro bike, there would have been extensive damage.
I headed back to the the car and called it a day. So, I'm heading north again. All in all, it was a great day, closing with a spectacular sunset!
~Topher
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