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While Flying down the street on my fixed gear, a car tried to made a quick illegal U-turn and stopped. Blocking the road some 20 feet ahead of me, i had no time to stop and no room to maneuver around it. So there i was flying over the hood of this black ford mustang and landing ever so softly on my face and shoulder. I wasnt angry or frustrated because i was hit by a car, it was because nobody stopped to ask if i was alright.

Cycling is a big part of san diego,