Took the bike out for a test ride after some adjustments I made. Was coming home on a small one way street in my neighborhood, then all of a sudden some jackass swerves into the one way street to get to his house. He's coming right at me and coming fast. About 100 feet away from me, I down shift quickly, put on the rear brake and start skidding. Giving a little pressure to the right, I coast up onto the side walk, just missing this moron. I look behind me, and he pulled into his house, Literally right behind me. I put the bike in neutral, run up to him and yelled at him, I'm pretty sure I scared the #$%* out of him, because his cigar flew out of his mouth and on to the floor of his 280z. After me telling him how much of a dumb-ass he really is, I got on the bike and went home. Parked, went into the garage, started thinking and laughed.
For being my second day riding a street bike and only having a rear brake at the time, I think I handled the situation pretty well.