Darn near endo'd over the bars on the way home today. Almost got right-hooked but hit the brakes hard enough to lift the back tire about a foot off the ground and launch my water bottle in to the middle of the intersection. Threw my chain when the tire came back to terra firma and I stayed upright.

My fault this time for not riding more defensively so he didn't get the one-finger salute. I often picture myself riding along side Jesus on a bike when I'm in traffic (he's car-side!), so maybe today he was keeping an eye on me.