Fuck you, fuckbag.

I never did like SUVs. Not even the "compact" ones.
A few short days ago, I was riding to the client site (the joys of a gig in town - the bike commute becomes an option) heading south on Dovercourt.

The light at College St. was red; I waited next to a Honda CRV (or some similar vehicle - my memory for reasons that will shortly become clear is a little jumbled on some details), I made eye contact with the driver. The turns green, we both set off, the Honda getting ahead of me on the descent, then signalling a turn to the right, presumably to park curbside as there is no street to turn onto.
So far so good, I'll just make sure I get on the left of this vehicle and all will be fine.
I'm about 3 metres uphill and closing when it happens.
There is no warning, no signal.
The Honda, still with the turn signal lit does an abrupt 90 degree turn to the left. I'm looking into the broadside of this vehicle.
I'm anticipating pain and am suddenly very appreciative of my helmet.
With about 2 metres to go I start pulling my handlebars to the right while braking hard.
Next thing I know, I'm not smacking into the Honda, nor am I hitting the curb.
I'm heading uphill coming out of the dip. My tailbone is riding the tip of my seat. Not too comfortable, but it beats the shit out of riding the top tube. And it is orders of magnitude less shitty than being broadsided by a steel box.
By the time I get to Dundas I have my shit together.
A cyclist riding behind me has seen the whole thing go down, and expresses her disgust with the driver involved.
Feeling vindicated, I gingerly make my way to work.

As for the driver, you fucking dipshit oblivious cunt, your carelessness could have fucked me right up. You saw me beside you, you should have seen me coming in your rearview. I was lucky I managed to swerve the fuck out of your way.
You were lucky I wasn't another car.
Pay fucking attention.
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