Ah, the joys of commuting in traffic! Some dumb woman nearly collided with me on the way home yesterday. I'm travelling at a great rate of speed in the bike lane and am approaching a street that angles diagonally from the main highway I'm travelling. I had no intention of taking this road, but this woman chose to force the decision otherwise. She pulls alongside me, then proceeds to veer toward the intersecting road. I barely had time to swerve to avoid the side of her car now in my path, jam the brakes as I drew parallel, release the brakes as I hit a depressed storm grate, hit the brakes again and somehow remain upright through it all. I threw up my hands in exasperation and yelled, "Hey," but I'm not even sure she ever noticed me. . . she just continued on.

How could she not notice a fast paced cyclist with legs spinning mad, bright yellow jersey, and blinking lights? She barely overtook me to make the turn, so I was in her field of view, then right beside her? Ditz! My words uttered about her at the scene were much more colorful and derogatory, but I'm sure you all can guess what they might have been, so I'll leave you to imagine.

Anyway, I was cruising against a mild headwind and made great time discounting my slight detour. I think I am feeling the effects of both consistent, daily commuting through winter and now experiencing good weather; I'm feeling strong.