I hate to say it, because stuff happens, but I just had the worst commute I've had in a long time. It started before I even had left the house. I was rushing to change a light bulb and I dropped an antique light globe. It shattered in a milliion pieces.

Than on my commute, I was riding down a pretty steep hill, cruising along at about 34mph when a pick up truck pulls out of a driveway into the traffic lane, right in front of me, and starts putt-putting down the road at about 10mph. I was able to slow to about 23mph, swerved across the white (fog) line onto the shoulder, and zipped by him on right. Apparently my passing him on the right, even though he was barely traveling the minimum legal speed for the road, somehow hurt his ego.

He started to act like he wanted to drag race me and than I realized that he had actually crossed the white line and was drifting towards me. The driver of the truck saw another car approaching from the other direction, laid off of the accelerator, drifted back into his lane and sped off. I guess he didn't want witnesses for whatever he had in mind. Idiot. If you're going to run someone off the road, make sure they don't know where you live.

My co-worker thinks I should have let him hit me, since at the least he would have been charged with failure to stay within a marked lane. I have no desire to be a martyr.

Than, as I was pulling into the parking lot at work I hit the front brakes too hard and locked up the front wheel. Luckily I was able to just stand up and put my feet on the ground, but my bike hit the ground pretty hard.