by a firetruck's air horn this morning.

I was boogieing along southbound and made the green through a fairly major intersection. As I was going through I heard the initial sirens of a firetruck pulling out hot from the station that is about a half mile up the cross road but then no more so I paid no attention. The bike path for the approaching stretch is a bit rough and traffic was light so I was taking the right edge of the traffic lane just off the bike lane. Then all of a sudden "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAA", damn near case of sharted short syndrome. I looked over my shoulder and the firetruck was running silent, lights only. I pulled over, slowed/stopped as they passed and turned right about 50 yards ahead of me.

Better than a cup of coffee I tell ya.