Riding to work yesterday morning, my commuting buddy and I were heading along one of our major roads doing about 30 clicks (km/h) when we noticed a car starting to pull out of a local motor inn.
Initially it appeared the car had seen us so no dramas until... @#$%# !!!. Double near miss no sauce. My commuting comrade then pointed out to me that I had frightened two innocent foot users nearby half to death with my somewhat exaggerated yelping.
We followed the car up to the next set of traffic lights and it became clear the Mr. Passenger was suffering severe embarrassment as a direct result of Mrs. Drivers' decision making prowess.
About six minutes later we noted a beep from a car passing us - lo and behold Mr. Passenger has become Mr. Driver. Best apology from a car I've ever had.
