I lost my bike on what was to be a nice and good morning for a bike ride. It was early Sunday Morning April 10 and I had just left a red light with a car in front of me. Cruising down the street while maintaining good distance to the vehicle in front of me at 25-35 miles an hour. A old lady (82), on her way from church stopped to let the car in front of me pass before she initiated her left turn, crossing a three lane road where two lanes was in my direction and one in hers. She hit me dead center, I saw her coming but was unable to swerve as I was surprised by her action as she gave way to the car in front of me thinking she had seen us both. In addition there was a car to my right at a stop sign who I would have hit her if I had swerved , It all happened fast after that before I knew it I was on my back, on the ground whit pain and bruises every where, looking over my shoulder I saw my bike on the side, all mangled up, it was like looking on a fallen friend. I knew there and then, it would be extremely difficult to explain to my Wife that I would like to continue to keep my bike, it had been years of negotiation before I got my bike. Believe it or not, that was actually my biggest worry while I was surrounded by helpful citizens, police and ambulance personnel all making sure that I was being cared for in the best way. Luckily, I had all my protective gear on, full face helmet, heavy leathers and solid boots and gloves. It is now a couple of weeks ago and I miss my Bike like a lost friend, and yes, my worries came true, she is in no mood to even discuss the possibility of again making my face grin in a silly smile as I pull away from the drive way on my Beloved Scg.