So I got out of a mediocre Argentinian movie and I was biking home. I was taking a different route because the park I usually bike through - Paseo Santa Lucia - closes at 10. So I'm biking home, it's a pretty short route: 10-15 minutes. I'm going through down this street and this car is coming towards me perpendicular. We both slow down and he stops, like to let me pass, so I thought.

So I pass in front of him and as soon as I'm most of the way past him he starts going again and clips my back end. My bike tipped over, but I didn't fall all the way over or get hurt or anything. He caught all bike, so I'm totally fine. I look up and the fucking guy is driving away without even stopping to see if I'm ok. So I hold up my hands like, "What? asshole?"

I try to move my bike the side of the road, but the back wheel won't turn, so I look down to inspect the damage and there's a big chunk of something that looks like it fell off my bike and is stuck in the spokes. I pull it out and it's the guy's front plate license plate!!!! What are the odds, right? My back tire is totally bent. There are a group of guys in a little shop drinking beers and hanging out. They heard and came to check it out. One of the guys helps me call the cops.

So I'm hanging out with all these guys who are so cool and helpful. I'm kinda shaking, pissed, and full of adrenaline. Before the cops come back, the asshole who hit me comes back. He realized his lisence plate fell off and is suddenly guilt-stricken. Whatever, he gave me $50 and we called it a day. I had to walk my bike back home and now I have to walk to work tomorrow.