Didn't get hit. The bus driver buzzed awfully close to me on a wide, low-traffic road. I caught up with him at the school where he waited to pick up kids. His excuses: I didn't see you; what are you doing riding on this road at this time of day; I didn't try to hit you...
I think I rattled him when I suggested I could call his company and complain. I settled for an apology and a promise to watch out for cyclists.
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You're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches.