Dear Mr. Red SUV: BLOW ME

Friday ended up sucking more than I had hoped. After the incident with the lady from the Children's Charity downtown I was really looking forward to getting home.

One stop away from my Ajax train stop, the conductor comes on the speaker letting us know that my station is closed due to a gas leak so everyone needs to get off in Pickering and buses will be provided. Wonderful, I think to myself, 1 bus for a half a train for of people just won't cut it.

I call my wife at home to come and pick me up. I still need to get my bike at the Ajax train station. She drives me to my bike and I see the fire trucks, ambulance and police...I take my bike and boogie.

When biking, particularily during rush hours, I bike on the sidewalk along with other bikers and pedestrians along Westney Road. Going northbound on Westney I cross by the 401 exit. I'm coming down the hill with my signal being green to go. I love when I can book down a hill through an intersection.

Anyway, FuckNut in his SUV decides he's gonna make a right (on his red) and doesn't look for any pedestrians (or bikers) who aren't in 40000 tonnes of steel and pulls right in front of me. I'm going about 25-30 km/h with about 1 meter to stop. I brake hard...my bike bounces...I gonna drive into the SUV and it's gonna hurt...my tires are actually squeeling on the sidewalk.

So, I quickly assess my options.
1) Go right: I'm into oncomming traffic and in front of Fuck Nut's SUV. He'll drive over me for sure.
2) Go left: Not enough room to clear the SUV. I'll hit him anyway...even if I do make it, I'll be moving into more oncomming traffic who can't see me coming off the highway.
3) Drive into him: OUCH
4) Throw myself off the bike and hope for the best.

So instead of hitting a moving car I make the split second decision to throw myself on the ground. My head hits the pavement pretty hard (thankfully I was wearing my helmet that I normally joke about), my shoulder, elbow and hands are suffering from some serious road rash. I'm laying on the pavement bleeding and look over, still stunned, to see what's happening. To see where I landed.

I see fucknut in his shiny red SUV. He looks at me, laying on the pavement and keeps driving. FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. I hope you see me in your dreams and relive YOU being a fucking coward and driving off leaving me bleeding on a sidewalk.

Thankfully the car behind him saw what happened and stopped to offered to help and see if I was ok. They seems shocked too that the other guy didn't stop to at least see if I needed assistance.

Although a bit soar and bruised, otherwise OK, I finished my bike ride home.