They seem to be aiming for me the last 2 nights. Rolling downhill last night, an Altima pulled out from a side street. From 30 to nothing pretty dang quick, and missed the rear of it by less than a foot. A block later, a Windstar pulls the same move. I had to double check all my lights were on, which they were. Another half mile down the road, almost ran head on into a cyclist going the wrong way, with no lights at all. Made it home safe and figured all would be well tonight.

Crossing a main street tonight after the light turned green, a Caddy pulls a right directly in front of me. No time to stop, but went around and hoped he did have time to stop, which did happen. Course, as he floored it by me, the d-bag had to yell. Then the dumas pulled into his apartment complex, and parked. I just yelled that I know where you live. Couple miles down, I see a pedestrian getting ready to cross the street. I can't believe it as he doesn't even look as he steps into the street right in front of me. Texting is far more important than living, I guess.

Ah well. Been pretty lucky for the most part. Just, getting all this wadded up into a couple of nights is weird.