Bike to work

Bike Ride to work. Going down hennepin across the street from the Walker a lady just about right turned into me, but we were both on top of it and I just was flustered. The ‘OK—I’m about to go through an intersection on this stupid bike path, and cars turning right?—No—Unless it’s just that they aren’t signaling their turn—bitch motherfucker they aren’t—BRAKE’ instinct kicked in.