Dropped the sucker

I had a wonderful ride Sunday, out for two whole hours riding up and down the Pacific Coast Highway, followed by a blast down Topanga canyon - the Mecca of motorcyclists. Not a single incident, complete control the whole time. Then this morning, on my commute to work, I get cut off by a middle-aged woman in a BMW: I grab a handful of brake (stupid move), lock the front tire, and lay 'er down.

Total damage:

Bike:

• Scuffs on muffler
• Bent right handlebar (clipons)
• Smashed right turn signal
• Total repair costs: $50 + labor
  

Me:

• Bruised ego
• (Re)sprained wrist
• Cut on left hand from picking up the shattered turn signal and flinging it
• Total repair costs: $priceless.
  

The worst part of it? The lady actually got out of her car, asked if I was OK ("yeah I guess"), then asked if I wanted her insurance ("yes please"), got in her car, and sped off. Fucking bitch. If I wasn't checking out my bike I would have got her plate and the cops would've nailed her with hit & run.

At least my gear worked.