It's been a good few weeks for me. First of all there was my trip through Spain and France (yes, I have looked at the pictures, and yes, they do look spectacular, and no, I probably won't get around to uploading them here for a while), and yet there is more good news to come. I had a phone call from my lawyer last week. It seems there will finally be a settlement in the legal action I've been pursuing against the red-light runner who took me out last year. Ironically, the call came 11 months to the day after the crash itself.
Without wishing to give any specific figures at this time, it seems my lawyer has done very well. Even after they deduct their fees, the fees for the doctors who did the examinations, and (astonishingly enough) the fee for the report from the police who point blank refused to even investigate the incident, I'm still going to be left with a decent sum of money. Incidentally, let nobody waste their breath (or electrons in the case of online "friends") trying to tell me the Queensland Police exist for any purpose other than revenue generation. If they can charge a fee for doing no work at all, it more or less proves what I already believed.
There was one lingering disquiet as I pondered what I might have received had I been less physically fit and consequently less able to heal, but that is quickly forgotten as I recall the ownage I dished out on the Col de Tourmelet last month. Cycle-tourers carrying 25kg of luggage on an 18km, 7.5% climb aren't supposed to pass roadies, but I've always been a bit unconventional.
Incidentally, the 12 month anniversary of the crash falls on a Saturday this year, in what is likely to be near-perfect cycling weather. There's really only one thing to do about it...