Raining this morning. Temps around 60F/15C.

I had somebody pull out in front of me from a driveway. You know how you can tell someone isn't going to stop based on their speed? That plus the fact that the driver was looking the other way meant I was already on the brakes. When the driver finally turned his head and saw my neon green self, he stabbed the brakes and jerked to a quick-skidded halt halfway out in the road. I was already aiming behind him, so I aborted that and made a lazy arc around the front of the car, shaking my head ruefully as I did so.