Riding into uni - get to Chapel st and get in the left lane to turn left. Idiot in the right lane decides at the last minute they need to go left as well and swerves...cutting off my path. I braked. I had very little room to brake. Back of the bike started fishtailing like it's never fishtailed before and for a split second I thought I was gonna go flying, but I released the brake - all the while looking at this car I was very very very close to - and then pulled the brake on again. All in a matter of seconds. In those split seconds it was like I had two minds. One was freaking but also thinking 'No freakin way am I crashing!' and the other was acting all cool as though it had a life of its own..just doing things one by one...if you know what I mean. I wasn't in control of that second mind. It kinda took over...lol..if that makes sense. Am glad it did anyway. Very glad for that. The driver took off when I came to a stop. He was outta there. Realised his stupid stupid mistake and what he'd almost done and was gone before I could even lift my visor up to roar at him. I got to uni and sat down and smoked two cigarettes...texted a friend cos I had to tell someone...and sat there stunned at what had just happened. I swear I was going to hit them. I swear I thought I was rooted. And when I braked I was thinking 'oh no...not a freakin highside'. Hmm. Hmmph.