This, I am not kidding.

I was riding up the hill on my bicycle, I was passing by one of those areas with the corners of doom... you know, where you can't see until it's too late?

Well as I was going up, a truck comes out, so I squeeze my brakes, but my bike doesn't stop all the way, and the guy keeps driving out.

I immediately acted on reflex, which I've developed to protect myself when my bike tips: I get the heck off the bike. So I grabbed the guy's fender in front and pulled myself out as my bike was crushed underneath.

At that point the guy stops after obliterating my back tire and pedals, and pulls back. I wasn't even scratched.

I was a bit upset about my bike though...

It was during this event that I discovered something creepy. I don't have any fear when my life is in peril... (at least when it comes to being crushed alive by a truck) WTH?!

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So I got a new bike...