So.
I'm heading home after a long day at work. I'm on the bike, all is going well. It's cool, but not cold, and the smell of fireplaces burning and winter in general is all around. Traffic is light, and people aren't being douchebags. I'm pretty damn happy. I get to the stop sign at where I turn to go home. Literally, half a block from my apartment.
I stop in the left turn lane. The cars to the right and left of me take their turns, cos they were there first. I rev the engine a bit (more out of habit than anything else), take a look around to make sure I'm good, the truck to my right takes off and goes, because it's our turn. Then, as I am feet away from clearing the intersection and going home to my beer and my boy, it happens.
A 17-year old moron and her friend in a piece of crap Yaris lay into me and my bike. I saw her at the stop sign. I was going, she was stopped. Then, for some reason, she starts moving while I'm attempting to turn left. All condolences to my right foot peg, brake pedal, and *sniff* front fender. She jumps out of the car, freakin hysterical. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't see you I have no words for this except I'm sorry and oh my god my dad's gonna kill me and my insurance is gonna go up and......" that's where I stopped listening.
So, she calls her parents, I call the cops, and we wait. She's apologizing to everyone till mommy shows up, then she shuts up and changes her story. Fun. But, luckily, the kid had already gushed to a couple cops before mommy dearest and her money showed up.
So we'll see what the cops decide. I don't really care at this point. Why? Because there was more damage to her piece of shit car than by bike.
I guess I'm lucky. Actually, I'm really lucky. Usually when a motorcycle and a dumb teenager in a car meet up, the results aren't so good for the biker.
I'll be taking donations to repair Sasha.
