I was commuting home last night from work on my road bike with my tail light blinking and a blaze orange illuminite jersey on. I was crusing at about 25 miles per hour entering an intersection that i had a green light on when out of nowhere a ford explorer pulled along side me and turned as if i wasnt there. I bunny hopped the curb after i bounced off of his rear door (not too hard) and he cut the wheel hard left to not completely kill me. in doing so he slammed into a pole in the median with a no uturn sign on it. the passenger rolled down her window and asked if i was alright. i was, just a bit of adrenaline going... i rode up to her and looked at the guy inside and told him that a 3000 lb car will beat a 20 lb bike any day, and that he is lucky he didnt kill me. i wasnt hurt in any way and neither was my bike, so i decided to tell him to get the hell out of here and to always yield to bikes. i probably should have gotten his tag number and sued him for something... (because thats the american way) but i didnt want to be "that guy." His truck was pretty banged up from hitting the pole, so i took that as restitution for hitting me. The guy in the turning lane looked at me and said "good thing you know how to ride that bike... thats the coolest Fvcking thing ive seen all day!!" I finished my ride home and proceeded to cook dinner for my girlfriend who couldnt miss prision break... shish all i wanted was some TLC...
