I guess it had to happen sooner or later. First off, I'm fine. No one was hurt. And before the comments start coming in, yes, my roommates both said "it's going to rain, take the bus, idiot," before I left, but I'd been cooped up inside writing most of the day and I wanted to do something really physical.
Last night I was biking home in the rain at about 9:00 from DePaul after taping Carrie's stand up set there and, steaming my way through an intersection (Broadway and maybe Addison? I was already off track and disoriented), when I was swept up by the wind, almost got knocked into the road, skidded hard, and was thrown into a parked car. I banged my arm pretty hard stopping myself but wasn't really hurt, just really, really scared. I was totally out of control for a second, and really thought I was going to hit the street and get run over. I walked past the car and gestured "your car is fine" to the dude sitting inside, and his body language was all "I don't care about the car, are you okay?" He looked as scared as I felt. I was a little panicky and disoriented for a few minutes afterward but I'm fine now.
Funny, while it was happening, I was totally terrified and thinking "my mom will be so sad if something happens to me, and who will love my cats if I die?, and I hope I said something extra sweet to Bryan last time I saw him," -- yet also had enough time in my brain to get annoyed and think "of course this would happen today, the very day I write a long post for Metblog Chicago called '10 Reasons to Bike Chicago More.' I'd better not die because I'm sure they'll mention that conveniently ironic fact in the Trib - 'Local Comedy Producer, Bike Enthusiast Killed The Very Day She Blogged About How Swell Cycling in Chicago Is' and that would really tick me off."