I was riding my bike down a road today. I do so because I do not have a car. I do my best to be a careful, considerate, responsible bicyclist. If I need to make a left turn I either get into the far right of the left lane if there is a turn signal, or I just walk my bike across crosswalks if not. I use hand signals. I’ve got reflectors and lights on my bike, and more often than not, a bright yellow back strapped across my back. I’ve started wearing a helmet. I very much understand that I am much smaller and slower and hard to see than everything else on the road. I understand that I may cause someone else slight inconvenience, and I apologize for it. I will do everything I can to keep as far away from you as I can, because it’s much safer for me to do so.
Today a miserable jackass in a BMW (of course) made a fast, presumably unsignaled turn onto a side street on the right. He did this from the left lane of traffic, and came within inches of my front tire. He caused the car that was in the right lane to nearly hit both him and myself.
In my sudden, desperate, “ohfuckfuckfuckfuckCAR” attempt to avoid ending up embedded in someone’s windshield, I ended up jamming my foot against the curb, spraining my ankle, and leaving a handlebar-shaped bruise in my lower abdomen. Either Mr. “I’m too fucking important to pay any fucking attention to my own asshattery” didn’t notice or didn’t care about the accident he nearly caused, and went zooming on his merry way. The driver of the other car stopped and asked if I was okay. Neither of us thought to get Mr. Asshat’s plate numbers. I ended up only riding about a quarter mile more to the bus stop and taking the bus back, because the adrenaline was starting to wear off and my ankle was beginning to hurt.
Only once I got back home did I begin to feel outraged, because up until then I was still too damn scared. I honest to god thought I was going to get hit, because some fucker didn’t realize the street he wanted was coming up.
People are such inconsiderate fucks sometimes.
