bike

so i rode my bike to work for the first time yesterday. it took me a 1/2 hour to ride 3.7 miles, which can take anywhere from 7 minutes to 25 minutes driving here in lovely los angeles...so i though it was a "win".
then i got knocked off my bike on my way home.
i'm ok - just bruised & not badly, thanks for asking. kinda pissed about it too, obviously. so i get to this intersection, which isn't really san intersection, it's a right turn out of a shopping center. i have the right of way, but stop, because i know people are fucking stupid and don't look - for anything, cars, pedestrians, bikes, pets, nothing. i look at the passenger in the car, wave to him to notify the drive that there is a fucking human waiting to cross. the pasenger turns his head, the driver turns, looks at me, so i go. the fucker TURNS!!!
i get knocked off my bike, he stops (surprisingly) apologizing in broken english, asking if i'm ok and whatever. i slam my fist onto his hood and look at the passenger like "asshole!" then i realize HE'S ELEVENDY!!! i should have told him to go fucking DIE! the old fuck!!
GOD I HATE PEOPLE!!!
so i haven't told anybody. i'm kinda afraid to tell the boyfriend - i don't want to upset him or have him worry about me anymore than he already does or needs to.
but i'm a little sore. i think i hurt my (very fragile) arm/hand when i fell & then punched the car.
i need to carry an air horn. and a rubber mallet of some sort - to knock the fuck out of cars that don't pay attention. and a bell, to let the people that meander from side to side out of my way.

for fuck's sake people - PAY ATTENTION! THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE ON THE ROAD BESIDES YOU!!