What fun .... I smashed my bike a few weeks ago and for the past three weeks I've had to resort to using the infamous minibus taxis to work and back each day.
On my way home from work on that fateful Thursday afternoon, a gentleman decided to change lanes to get past a stationery bus. I happened to be next to him at the time, apparently in his "blind spot". He hit the bike - not hard, but hard enough to send me sprawling into the road ahead. The bike came tumbling after and climbed up on top of me. My injuries were limited to my left leg - knee, ankle foot ....., and the bike's damage, fortunately, more from the road than from the impact with the car. However, it's taken three weeks for the repair work to even begin.
Hence my introduction to minibus taxis. Three of them to work each day and another three back. One from my home into Johannesburg city, to the infamous Noord Street taxi rank, another from there to Benoni and a third one from Benoni to the Industrial sites where I work.
If there's one thing I've learnt, it's to keep away from them when I'm back on the bike - these guys are serious about their driving!!
The mornings were cold on the bike - very cold. But I never got sick or caught a cold. The taxis are a lot warmer, but with everyone squashed up against one another and everyone around one sniffling and coughing, I suppose it was inevitable that the bug would amble across the mass of bodies to me too. Now I have a thick head, a running cold, and a tight cough!
I cannot wait to get onto my bike again, feel the good, fresh air in my face and the magnificence of independence!
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