So, I started out from my house and as I was heading down my street, I mused to myself, "When was the last time I checked my lockring? Hm. Seems ok" and pedaled on. When I got to the first light, upon taking off, I felt my cog slip 1/8th turn. So I decided rather than go back I'd stop in at "the bike shop of ill repute" on my way. They are known to be incompetent *******s.
So I get there and wheel my bike in, the sales guy sizes me up and doesn't really say anything. I introduced myself and told him I work at the shop down the road. He doesn't really say anything and goes in back and comes back out and just points for me to wheel my bike into the back room. About what I expected. Anyways, the head mechanic was another story.
He throws my bike in the stand and has my rear wheel off and a lockring wrench (albeit the wrong one) out before I could even say anything. He realized he didn't know what to do on a fixed gear and handed me the wheel and told me to fix it using whatever I needed. We actually had a nice conversation, and several others complimented me on my bike. Overall, a nice experience. It made me feel a little bad for having such an unfoundedly negative view of the shop.
As I made my way to work, around 3pm, I was passing a school I pass everyday on a fairly major road. I am about 20 yards from the entrance, and a red Grand Am goes flying past me and then slows and begins to turn in front of me. I start to skip to check my speed a bit preparing to swerve around behind her. The woman then sees me and rather than continuing so I could swerve around behind her, she stops dead in my path blocking the shoulder and the driveway to the school, and I'm already too close to swerve behind her since her car is on a diagonal.
So, I turned with her and with my bike parallel to her I scraped/bounced down the entire pass. side of her car, and then smashed her mirror off with my handlebar/hand. I heard my Mallet pedals scrape her doors a few times. I stayed upright (barely), looked back, and took off. I thought about stopping but I figured justice was more or less served, I was just a bit bruised, and I didn't want to get the police involved.