Sorry to see that Peter Sagal, host of NPR's Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me was hit by a car while riding his bike in Chicago yesterday. According to Mr. Sagal "I was zipping along on my racing bike (which, as it turns out, might be cursed) at about 18 miles an hour on a quiet road in a Chicago suburb, about ten miles from my house. I noted a hatchback at the stop sign coming from my right, I kept on going through the intersection, but she didn’t see me and pulled into it. I had time to yell STOP STOP STOP! but not to brake, and she never saw me. She hit me with her left front fender, I think, not sure, but it was LOUD. I spun up in the air, came down on my back on the ground, possibly hitting the car again on the way down. I hit my head pretty hard on something, or somethings, but I was wearing my helmet and it cracked instead of me."
Sagal expects to be released from the hospital today or tomorrow.
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Wait Wait....Don't Kill Me
Sorry to see that Peter Sagal, host of NPR's Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me was hit by a car while riding his bike in Chicago yesterday. According to Mr. Sagal "I was zipping along on my racing bike (which, as it turns out, might be cursed) at about 18 miles an hour on a quiet road in a Chicago suburb, about ten miles from my house. I noted a hatchback at the stop sign coming from my right, I kept on going through the intersection, but she didn’t see me and pulled into it. I had time to yell STOP STOP STOP! but not to brake, and she never saw me. She hit me with her left front fender, I think, not sure, but it was LOUD. I spun up in the air, came down on my back on the ground, possibly hitting the car again on the way down. I hit my head pretty hard on something, or somethings, but I was wearing my helmet and it cracked instead of me."
Sagal expects to be released from the hospital today or tomorrow.
Wait Wait....Don't Kill Me
Sorry to see that Peter Sagal, host of NPR's Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me was hit by a car while riding his bike in Chicago yesterday. According to Mr. Sagal "I was zipping along on my racing bike (which, as it turns out, might be cursed) at about 18 miles an hour on a quiet road in a Chicago suburb, about ten miles from my house. I noted a hatchback at the stop sign coming from my right, I kept on going through the intersection, but she didn’t see me and pulled into it. I had time to yell STOP STOP STOP! but not to brake, and she never saw me. She hit me with her left front fender, I think, not sure, but it was LOUD. I spun up in the air, came down on my back on the ground, possibly hitting the car again on the way down. I hit my head pretty hard on something, or somethings, but I was wearing my helmet and it cracked instead of me."
Sagal expects to be released from the hospital today or tomorrow.
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