omg not again!!

Well, I am beginning to feel like I might be made of steel, about now.
The other night (1-29) My roommate and I got on our motorcycles and commenced to ride to Eagle Mountain, it is an Indian gaming casino, up just past Porterville,up on the reservation, not to gamble, mind you, but to score on our brands of cigarettes for a mere 25 bucks a carton, saving twenty bucks a shot was worth the ride.
It was a 99% full moon, relativly warm , considering the time of year, and Dan and I are incurable niteowls, so, cruising along at a leisurely pace, with me leading the way, tho I prefer the other way around, I kept my position for a mile or so, when we approach Ming ave, we were on New Stine, these are very busy intersections, even at midnight...When I see a truck , stopped at the light, odd because the flipping lite was green! So since I was in the same lane as the truck, so I move into the far left lane while Dan moves to the right lane ( I had a weird feeling for a split second that I, too, should have made that directional decision) but thats neither here nor there ( whatever that means)so on with this...I am a good 100 yards away, approaching at 35-40 mph when the truck signals left"shit" I think, what the hell, so I slowed a bit and the truck shows brake lights "good, he sees me" You ever here the one about assuming? how it makes an ass out of you and me? No truer words do I know... well the truck DIDN'T see me and decided it was going to abrubtly turn left!!
I was less than 50 feet away!!
I had no escape!
I was rudely introduced to this pick-ups left front end!
Talk about an abrubt stop!
BAM! I hit!
I had slightly turned to my left, reason being that was all I had time to do.
BAM!
I fell quickly to the asphalt, motorcycle was on the groung and I rolled over once or twice, coming to rest on my back, head facing the eastbound traffic sitting at their red light on Ming ave.
Then a dead silence.
I lay there, feeling like this was my "part" in this wierd, surreal play that I was the star of, along with everyone sitting at that intersection, that night,then I hear Dan screaming obscentities at the grey truck that I now had a personal relationship with, I lay there doing a mental assessment of possible damage that my body may have sustained, sharp pain-no, wetness due to blood coming from anywhere- shockingly no, must be the shock, there has got to be a bone sticking out somewhere? OMG NO! nothing is wrong except I pissed myself. So I try to get up and there are these two men yelling at me to stay down, "dont move!" they shout, one of them is a off duty cop, I say that I am ok, only embarrassed due to my having lost my water, they ask if I were sure and I laughed a little and say "yea" I am fine, I get up, not really caring about my wet ass and I go sit on the curb, while Dan picks up my poor bike and parks it by me, and the firwe department shows up...three police units, the cop chopper even made an appearence, and shined the light on the dramatic scene, an ambulance showed up to escort me to the hospital, I refused the ride, there may be someone else, somewhere who may need it, I was fine, so I signed a paper stating my said refusal, in the mean time the truck was told to move from the intersection, and when they started moving it made a horrific sound, like their front end was jacked up!
I hit it so hard their front end made the truck undrivable!
This was an 04 dodge full sized truck!
Girlfriend is made of steel, I tell ya!
So I sustained some sore muscles, a couple of slight burises, and a few days of deep depression.
I am almost back to normal, my bike which I had received 900.00 of the 1200 $ that I sold the bike for, needs to be refunded,and I just wanted 1 more ride before she was gone forever!
Shit!
Thats my luck.
Lucky, tho Pootie wasnt with me like she normally would have been, I even left my phone at home because you cant get reception on the reservation anyway, if I did I would have broken it with my body, for I landed on the side I wear my phone!
so this I felt, was blog-worthy
I have grown , due to the experience, the people were from Mexice, tho the truck was insured to the r/o and I will be compensated.
Aw...life, you never know whats around the corner.