Cold, wet, drizzly... I was really enjoying it. No really, I was. We had such a mild winter here that I feel cheated. I'm not ready for it to warm up yet, so I was actually enjoying the ride in this morning.

Until, an oncoming white Cadillac starts crossing the center line to turn left. It would turn left into an apartment complex parking lot right about the same time that I would be passing the entrance to the parking lot. She slows, acts like she sees me. I keep going straight ahead.

She pulls forward some more, and the front bumper missed my panniers by inches. I let out my usual, "the f*ck you doin'?", loud enough so that she can hear me through all the glass that keeps her oblivious to her surroundings. Only, her window is rolled down (on a morning like this... why?), so now I know she heard me clearly.

She's yapping on the cell phone and stops just long enough to say to me, "sorry honey."

Honey? Lady, hang up and drive.