So yeah, I got hit by a car on the way home today. Nothing serious, I'm not hurt and there was minimal damage to the bike, but I'm pissed enough that I'll be making a stop by the nearest police station to file a complaint tomorrow. According to the officer I got transfered to after calling 311 I have 72 hours to do so but it's got to be in person. Things not being in a state of emergency, I didn't feel like it merited calling 911, but damn was I pissed.
I was waiting at belmont and halsted for the light to change. There were pedestrians still in the cross as it did change, so I kept waiting. I feel this jolt, and there's an old man driving a mercedes tapping me, shrugging his shoulders. Literally tapping my bike with his car. WITH HIS FUCKING CAR! It got clear, and I was able to get away from the douche in his car. Of course, he got stopped ahead of me at clark, where I knocked on his window.
Looking back, I could have handled yelling at him a little better, but fuck that guy. At one point he actually told me "there's no need to get nasty," to which I told him nasty would be me smashing stuff. Douche. Eventually he just drove away, which was pretty much what convinced me to go see some cops tomorrow. Fantastic.
Current beer-scale: 9.9
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