Crashed. Feeling dumb.

I haven't been riding long. Picked up my first bike after I beat cancer a few months ago. Not two weeks ago I told my father-in-law, "Riding is rough sometimes. I feel like the only thing that stops me from getting in an accident on any given day is how well I'm paying attention." He rode for twenty years and agreed.I'm almost certain I did everything correctly. I was riding near my house heading for the highway (everything is a highway in Chattanooga) going down a side street. In order to reach the main road I have to pass an intersection that has 2 gas stations across from one another and it is very often chaos. I always look waaaay in advance when approaching it. Nearly every day someone is turning out, or turning in, or only looking one way. I rev my engine as I'm approaching every time to be safe, no joke. I did that today. I think I was as safe as I could be. I'm going over it a lot now. I can't help but feel a more experienced rider could have done more to mitigate the situation or escape it better once they were caught in it.Either way, older lady is cruising along at or a bit above the speed limit. She, without a blinker, decides to start turning directly across my path 10-25 (I dunno, adrenaline memory) feet before I get there. I was going 25, and maybe I could have stopped. But what you have to understand is this is every day every time I go through this intersection. So I rev my engine way up and sound the horn immediately. And she seems to slow down for like a cunt hair of a second, then keeps slowly turning. At that point it's too late. I had let off the throttle but I hadn't slowed nearly enough. I vaugley recall a car behind her, so I couldn't swerve left, I had to swerve to the right going across her path.I don't know if I could have controlled it better. I went up onto the driveway of the gas station. I wish I had tried harder to just execute a quick 90 degree turn and zoom into the mostly empty parking lot. What happened instead was I cut the angle by about 30 percent and went up onto the wet ground (first dry day in 3 days, dirt is still muddy) and pretty much lost the ability to control the bike. I still a-l-m-o-s-t got back onto the pavement as I slowed down, but I hit a curb and dumped the bike having already lost most of my speed. Left side of the bike was banged up, handlebars bent, pegs and shifter bent, my brand new bag was ruined, and the muddy ground looked like a DBZ fight where I'd landed. (As an aside, ATGATT. Some riding pants would have actually prevented all my injuries and they're the only thing I don't wear)Lady tried to pull up and start apologizing while slow rolling like she was gonna take off. I channeled by ten year unused SGT. DunkTankHero voice and told her, "Don't you fucking move, I'm calling the cops." To which she of course replied, "I didn't do anything!" Some nearby folks helped me up and to stand my bike up. One was really obviously a biker and he gave me a short, "Happens, dude." My boys at the local gas station came out to check on me, but I was bummed to find their camera doesn't point there and dear lord I just now realized how much I need a helmet cam. I'll have to check the other gas station tomorrow.My fuck up I think was not hitting those breaks as hard as I could without locking them as soon as I saw her. But part of me thinks if I did that every time it looked like someone was going to turn in front of me I'd be slamming on my breaks all the time. Everyone here knows what I mean. A more experienced rider could have recognized the situation for what it was and would have had the skills and confidence in their bike to have handled this differently, and that's why I feel dumb. Even though I was in the right and the insurance will pay it out (the cop straight up told me he didn't believe her lies when she said, "He just swerved for no reason!" haha) I still feel like a total fool.I'm okay. My leg is banged up but it's whatever. I had cancer like 3 months ago, some bruises won't kill me. (I went to the ER) My bike will probably be okay. I still want to ride. I'm not gonna get PTSD from this, I did that getting blown up a bunch in Iraq and I've wrecked a vehicle before. I'm middle aged and more mad at myself than anything else, to be honest. I guess I'm just venting to a group that will understand. Roast me or whatever. via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/ekppjy/crashed_feeling_dumb/?utm_source=ifttt