This entire statement is why this whole situation has just destroyed my faith in humanity.
Congratulations for being right.
Congratulations for wishing I was dead.
You’re clearly not going to stop unless I admit how lucky I am that the nice gentleman who hit me with his truck didn’t insist I call the cops so he can rub it in my face that he not only destroyed my bike but that he gets to see me spend money to buy a new one. All the while knowing just how right he was.
Feel free to ride your high horse into the sunset (but not on the sidewalk).