What doesn't kill you only makes you Stronger

So, I was cycling down Kelawei road in the evening. And i'm cycling, i'm pedalling, i'mma working my ass off on the fourth gear as I head my way to the U-turn at the end which leads you to Gurney Drive. There are no cars behind me nor infront or me as I speed up. Nowadays, i've been taking to the [bicycle] wheel after work just to blow-off some steam and as part of my effort to take advantage of living so close to Gurney Drive.

There were more cars on the opposite side of the road heading away from town. I approach the turn-off to Gurney Hotel on my left. UOB bank is on my right. Still no cars on my side of the road, but it was a different story on the other. Cars were turning into the said turn-off as I approach. I maintained a consistent speed. One car turned, followed by another, and another. I thought to myself 'okay, I should be able to go now'. There were still cars wanting to turn but seeing as I had the right of way, I should be the one who goes first.

Then, it happened.

This fucking silver BMW made a dash for it. It turned right in front of me. I gripped onto my brake hard as I could. I heard my tyres scrape against the asphalt. I swerved my bicycle to the right and leaned in the same direction. Too little too late. The left side of my bicycle slammed against his car and all I could remember is this scraping sound.

We both stopped. I was still on my bicycle. I checked myself, arms and legs still intact. The bicycle, nothing. I escaped with some scrapes on my arm.

The stunned feeling I had soon turned to anger as I gained composure and made my way to the bastard who had pulled over. And this is the BEST part. He comes out, and IMMEDIATELLY checks his fucking car for damages before even asking me how I was. It was this ang moh kau son of a bitch. All I could think of while he makes a circle around his vehicle, his eyes glued to it was, 'Wow, that's fan-fucking-tastic...you check out your car before making sure this living human over here is alright. You definitely deserve a humanitarian award!'

Oh, and the cherry on top of this god-dammed incident is when he asks me "Did you see me as I was turning?"

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DID I SEE YOUR ASSOHOLIC FACE. I HAD THE RITE OF PASSAGE YOU INSOLENT OLD BASTARD!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME! DOES THAT NOT MEAN A THING TO YOU, YOU HEARTLESS S.O.B.!!!

Seeing as I only sustained some scrapes and nothing major happened to my bike, I didn't stake any claims. He on the other hand, had scratches made on his BMW by the side of my bicycle. All I said to him was "Pay attention and be more careful next time!" While he replied "You too."

And for that snarky comment from him, I think he deserves another scratch on his fucking car. You know what, make that a hundred. Or maybe someone should just gauge his eyes out. I swear, I am bringing my cleaver the next time I go cycling.

As a friend of mine always says...Karmaaaa