Last night's commute home was good and bad at the same time.

It was good because I was feeling my wheatties, and rode home in record time.

It was bad because a white sedan, with four hispanic males inside, swerved into the bike lane, trying to hit me. The two in the back were looking out the back window, laughing. I got their license plate number, though.

Not thinking this was an emergency, I called the cops when I got home. Unknowingly, I was misrouted, and ended up somewhere that is open during business hours only. I called again this morning, and they wanted me to come down to the station to file a report. When I showed up at the station, they were unwilling to file a report, stating that I couldn't prove intent. The officer who helped me initially was surly, and pretty unhelpful.

I got another officer to take a "beat report" for me so that the officers patrolling that area, Park Ave in San Jose (which is nothing like the Park Ave in Monopoly), will know to be on the lookout for these guys.

Finally, they asked me to call 911 if this ever happens again. I didn't consider in an emergency at the time, as I was not in imminent danger or bleeding or incapacitated in any way. Apparently, calling 911 will get me the documentation and response required for such a situation.

Oh, and some jackass in a truck, pulling a trailer, decided to right hook me by passing with less than 50yds to the turn. The SAME turn I was taking. I passed him again at a light, looked at him, and shook my head. jackass.