I saw it coming, I knew I had it.

I was heading to China town, cruising fast down 9th on my bike.

It was routine like any time I'm going somewhere with cars around and
being and being standard careful.

But this time, as I was coming to an intersection, and everyone going
fast around me. I watched in slow motion as a mini van took a wide
turn into a parking lot right in front of me. No signal, just a sudden
turn across my path.

I saw it coming and smashed down on the breaks. Both tires locked and
screeched. I gave a wobbly turn with the van so that I only
broadsided its back corner with the handlebars as I came to a stop.
The knuckle of my pinkie and ring fingers on my left hand were all of
me that made contact with the van.

That was close.

I and the van were stopped in the street. They must of heard it
happen. I expected them to get out and want to say something or see
about damage. But after a seconds pause they just kept pulling into
the lot.

For some reason I felt that I should just get out of there, so I
started rolling again through the intersection.

I was pretty psyched that I had avoided that.

My hand didn't hurt. I looked at my knuckles they had dirt on them
where they had brushed the van, but that was all.

I saw it coming, I said to myself. I knew I had it.

I thought how much it would suck to see that happening and know that
you didn't have it. That would suck.