This is not really related to my commute, but there's a ride to dinner I often take with my wife in the summertime. She's a casual cyclist, at best, and doesn't have the instincts of someone who has been riding all her life. At one particular spot, we need to cross the service road of an expressway, which involves making quick decisions while cars speed by at near-highway speed. It makes me sweat every time, but I have a long safety talk with her every time we approach this spot and, so far, we're both still alive. When we get home, though, all I can think is "Man, that was stupid...never again!"