the things that happen...

so... even though i'm like the world's safest rider... people continually do stoopid things around me and i get in trouble for it.

okay not so much in trouble but i had to take some flak yesterday cuz this stoopid bitch couldn't give me five *fucking* seconds.

FIVE SECONDS.

yes people. she was in that much of a rush in rush hour traffic.

so i'm waiting on my trusty steed to pull into the opposite lane to go home. traffic is heavy and my steed is slow so i waited until there was a a break in the oncoming traffic before i made my move.

so i see my opening in the other lane, and no one is coming towards me so i glide across the street and try to squeeze in so that no one slams into me on the other side.

but the bitch in the car behind me has other plans. she does NOT want to let me in. she is trying to be as close to the car in front of her as possible as well as trying to muscle my little self into the other lane so that on coming traffic might clip off my delicate extremities. the bitch.

so anyway. all the while i'm turning around giving her increadulous looks like, "bitch, what the fuck? are you TRYING to cause an accident??"
but to no avail. whatever she has to do she has to do it NOW and my life is insignificant to her purpose. i best get out of her damn way.

eventually i sqeezed in in front of her and was STOPPED. at. the. stop. sign.
read: not moving. wheels in a state of non-motion.

and she hit me!

hit. me.

i went from

to

in point two and a half seconds.

however, as much as i wish i had put my bike on the stand in the middle of rush hour traffic and really gave that woman a what for... i am a Wus with a capital W and my rage turns in on me instead of out on other people, you know. the healthy way.

and of course i was right outside my job which means that if i had yelled at her a photographer would have come out and snapped a picture of me in the heat of the moment getting a car windsheild smashed into my face. for i am not as strong as i perceive myself to be.

at any rate, instead of standing up for myself i drove off and pulled over a short ways away to loudly contemplate her actions to br when she drove past with an exhasperated expression on her face as if the whole incident were my fault. SORRY FOR EXISTING LADY.

i gave her the not so nice finger and continued on my way. of course, because i let things get to me and i had it going through my head and repeating to myself like a retard over and over "i can't believe she hit my bike, i can't believe she hit my bike" i didn't see the car in front of me stop so i slammed on breaks and my back tire fishtailed.

and then came the tears.

i don't deal well with situations like that. ever since i had my face plant (read: really bad accident that occured two years ago april 3, when i was riding home late (early) one day after a full day and a half plus night of binge drinking and fell asleep on my friends bike and now have to pay for new front teeth) i have been very nervous about riding. it probably took me a year to get back on another bike but necessity called for it so it had to be.

hence the safest rider in the world part. i am not a dangerous rider at all. you should see some of the "evil keneival" (spelling?) wanna be's that live here that all seem to have the same death wish. even when other people are suffering from their own injuries or deaths of a loved one, people don't slow down or pay attention.

in fact, on my way back to work i was coming along and this ass hole just jammed through the intersection, didn't stop or look to see if anything was coming, and then went up behind a taxi that was waiting to turn (his indicator was on, the ass hole couldn't say he didn't see it. i saw it and i was farther from them) and the ass hole decided to turn *at the same time* as the cab driver and proceeded to *cut the cab driver off* on a corner!

i hate the people that drive down here with a passion. i say... if you want to kill yourself fine, i'll wear bright yellow to your funeral. but i enjoy my life and am not ready to spend the rest of it all christopher reeves like (what too soon?).