that you get right after something BAD almost happens, when you're rolling away from a really close call and you're shaking something fierce and can't really help but smile that you just cheating something unspeakable.

I both love and hate that feeling.

I got one of those today. It was a near door prize. (*ding*). some dude just swings open the door of his taxi (curbside, but not along the curb) without looking. gave me about 8 inches to work with between the end of the door and the curb. now, i don't know about many of you, but my ass is wider than 8", and i didn't want to hit the door, so i launched the bike and the gap while i jumped off the back. as suspected the bike hit the curb and fell over, unharmed, and i landed and did what i do best. tuck and roll. (i am the self-proclaimed master of the tuck and roll) my knee hit the curb, but i was fine. my bike was fine. dude was like "sorry, i'm in a rush". I was like, "whatever, no one got hurt. **** happens." then i rolled on to my next stop. feeling that feeling that i described at the beginning of this long and over-done post. but yeah, i was for the most part fine. knee a little bloody, but i've done worse unassisted. I love my job.

-jason