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That's what I call a 'good crash'.
I had one last monday. Went over the bonnet of a car that was turning right across the path of myself and about 7 or 8 other cyclists. I chose to nobly 'take the plunge' as there wasn't enough time to stop, and swerving would have taken out fellow cyclists on either side.
I scrubbed off as much speed as possible, but still slammed into his bonnet pretty hard.
After picking my self up and checking over my bike (no damage), the driver explodes into a furious outburst. Something along the lines of:
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU FUCKIN IDIOT CRASHIN INTO MY CAR, YOU FUCKIN CYCLISTS NEVER STOP... etc."
He had pulled across the path of 8 cyclists, for whom the traffic light had just gone green. IE he was totally at fault. By this point I am absolutely furious, and I shout right back in his ignorant face about how it's my fucking right of way, to which he responds:
"BUT I FUCKIN INDICATED!!!"
Now normally, in crash situations (which are rare for me), I am normally very quiet, just wanting to get back on my bike (if I can) and get out of the situation as fast as I can, no matter how angry I am. In this instance though I found my voice, and absolutely exploded with righteous and apoplectic verbal fury at the driver.
Normally that approach does not work, in my experience. In this situation however, I think it had the desired effect, as the driver was not only completely at fault, but apparently totally ignorant about basic traffic law. He was also clearly the sort of individual who only really takes in what the loudest person says.
So, I put a dent in his ego, and his car, and escaped with only minor bruises and a weird cut to my left wrist (which would have been seriously bad if it had been deeper, I later realised) and no damage to my property. I rode away angry, but deeply satisfied.
er, sorry for the hijack.