I just got done at the gym and I was cruisin’ down the sidewalk on Vine Ave. on my bike. I take my time at first to avoid the people walking. I was going a little faster than usual dodging through the pedestrians, the homeless guy pulling his cart, the couple dressed in the matching color schemed clothes, the car pulling out from under the theatre who doesn’t look until he is parked in the middle of the sidewalk and he waves in to me saying “shit sorry”. It doesn’t matter how sorry he is his car is still in the middle of the sidewalk because he was thinking only for himself.
After this block there is a restaurant that has seating that goes into the sidewalk so I have to move to the street and ride there. When I lived in South Dakota we called ourselves the Bike Bandits because we would dodge through traffic. So some habits never die and whenever I ride on the street I try to ride at the same rate of speed as the traffic.
Yes of course I wear a helmet.
As I’m getting closer to home, the neighborhood section around 4th and Arden where I take a left to stay on the portion of the road that is bike laned. I’m flying up to the intersection where there are a few cars stopped at the four way. A BMW coming the opposite direction as me, and SUV coming up from behind me, and this woman driving this bare minimum Venice Beach water colored mustang. The BMW was there first so he starts to drive through, then it was to be my turn because of the timing, I was flying on a bicycle up to the intersection in the bike path of the road! I signaled and made complete eye contact with this woman so she would know that I was going to stop.
Why should I have to stop? The amount of energy it takes for me to come to a complete stop and start up again is massive compared to that woman pushing her fat foot down on the gas pedal.
I love to pedal; when I’m on the bike everything else important kind of just goes away for a moment. It’s just me and whatever is in front of me. I wear headphones but usually don’t even listen to music.
I take my last peddle upon making the hard left hand turn on to fourth but she deliberately stepped on the gas peddle and started moving into the intersection. I was going to fast to have any other strategy other than layin’ the bike down. I grabbed the brakes as hard as I could and skidded on to my left side. The pedal sparking off the pavement, my handlebars bouncing of the Earth at the same rhythm as my body crashin’ down to solid ground. All while squeezing my brakes I as still managed to give the woman the middle finger as the smiled and sped off in her puke colored mustang. That woman.