Anatomy of a crash

So this morning marks the second time I've been struck by a car.  Ironically this time wasn't an Asian driver but a middle aged white guy in a huge Ford F150.  I was almost to work minding my own business riding in the bike lane on Roosevelt Rd.  Today I was deep in thought about my gears... considering whether I should change my back 11/25 cassette to a 12/26.  I'm sure something many people think about on a daily basis.  As I went down the hill of the viaduct and through the green light I saw the black truck ahead.  I slowed down as I approached but at the last minute he made a sudden right turn into the bike lane turning into a repair shop that was on my right.


This is my garmin GPS data from this morning overlayed on Bing Maps

 I shouted but he did not hear me until it was to late.  I locked up my breaks and as my back tire fishtailed I turned right to try and avoid a head on collision.  I couldn't avoid him and my left side hit his truck and bounced off.  My momentum propelled me forward and I continued off to the right and into the open door of the mechanics garage.  They all jumped when I cam flying in yelling.  I came to a stop about 10' inside the building.  Amazingly still upright!!

The guy stopped his truck jumped out and ran around to inspect the potential damage to his truck.  The mechanics came up and asked if I was OK.  After determining there was minimal damage he came over to me to yell at me about how I should "watch where I'm going" and to "pay attention".  I courteously told him that it was a bike lane, and he turned without looking or signaling.  He claimed that he indeed DID signal.  So I looked over to his truck still half way through the turn and asked why it wasn't on now?  He said that it WAS on at the time.  OK good glad we got that sorted out.

Then he said that I shouldn't be riding with my headphones in.  Two points here... I always turn them off when I'm in traffic but keep them in my ears.  Second I could hear the radio blaring from his truck.  I pointed that out to him but his final comment was "F- You" before getting back into his truck and continuing into the garage. 

Its just like that Seinfeld when George thinks of the good comeback after the meeting is over.  Only after I rode off in rage did I realize what I should have done.  Just said hey lets let the cops figure it out.  DONE.  Have them come over and tell them what happened.  As I limped on towards work I daydreamed of how if I was bigger I would have pushed the guy and pummeled him to the ground.  Or fallen to the ground faining extreme neck pain.  Finally I settled on "Hey the jerk store called their running out of you!"  That's Gold.  Lets all just pretend that's what happened.