I ran right into a car door that a motorist placed directly in my path! Granted, we probably could have arranged something a little more elegant than me pitching over my handlebars and landing on my ass had he not caught me completely by surprise, but I do what I can with what I have!
Special thanks to his girlfriend, who started telling me it was my fault for hitting the car door. And I'd like to tell the motorist that when I told him, "Shut that b*tch up" I really just wanted her to be able to hear the constructive dialogue I was having with him.
It's nice when cyclists and motorists get along, and I especially like having a chance to share my concerns and thoughts regarding "sharing the road."
The massive bruises on my arms from where I hit the door, the pavement and a parked car are thrilling souveiners of a worthwhile and stimulating encounter, as is the large patch of scraped and scabbed flesh on my thigh and knee. And I'd like you to know, dear motorist, that I called you "motherf*cker" with the greatest possible sense of respect and affection.
(this is one of the many reasons i ride cm and refuse to apologize for it.)