Evenin' all.
Thanks for all your kind words. Evey's been recounting this thread to me, and its great to be here in the flesh to express our gratitude.
Scribing this from my couch in the shallow pool of lucidity between the rise of feeling in my leg and the descending curtain of chemical relief.
Its a 10 minute window, so I'll be brief.
Was turning onto Vauxhall Cross, coming from Nine Elms. On light change, self and a white van entered junction, he to my left, I in rightmost lane. As we turned, I heard his engine way too close, then contact.
No chance to recover, so dumped on my side. Up and at the driver, until I realised he was as shook up as me, then to the side of the road.
Then blurs. Two kind ladies from the car behind. BoJo on a bike. Medical student. An ambulance. Leg splint. Xrays. Driver still on scene. Police taking my bike (the Furai luckily. Poor van would not have survived a collision with BOB Panzerfiets), hospital, home.
Fracture clinic tomorrow. bah!
Police said bike was bent out of shape, and the bars were mangled and bent back facing the wrong way. This could be serious, or more likely the first time they've seen a recumbent

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