The fresh turtle roadkill of yesterday morning is nothing but dirty pancaked shell fragments this morning. A sad memorial to that beautiful creature. Carried away by countless cars, trucks and other heavy vehicles, off to some driveway, or embedded in the treads of a tire, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. What an undignified end to this life. I'm reminded that my "shell" won't save me either from 2-ton predators. God save me from that fate.

On a more happy note, success in negotiating the most difficult intersection on the morning commute, a shared straight/right turn. I was first in line this morning, which spells trouble, since I was attacked by an impatient motorist about 2 years ago at this very place. At the time, I took the lane and made everyone wait, even on the green arrow. I'm going straight. After some advice from users on this forum, I decided to try a biased left in the lane. Second in line today was a hospital shuttle who stopped behind me with a right turn signal. I shifted my bike even more left to let him turn right. He turned with a nod. I then "closed the gate" by moving inches to my right, which caused the car behind the shuttle to stop, no turn signal. Wait, wait, wait. I look back, driver is on cell phone. For some reason, I sensed he wanted to turn. I pointed at him and then pointed right. He nodded so I "opened the gate" and let him turn. Next car, no turn signal. Green light, phew, no more gate keeper. The car behind indeed did want to go straight so I slid right and let them pass left. Tricky little intersection.