My ride's only about a mile, and straight downhill, so it's usually really pleasant and uneventful, even if it is through downtown at rush hour. Always, I'm on the lookout for cars pulling stupid ****e, but today it was a frakkin' pedestrian. Stepped right out in front of me as I was about to blow through an intersection (I had green, obvi). I yelled, she turned and gasped, and then instead of, I don't know, running, or jumping out of the way, she--that's right--stopped dead in her tracks. In MY track, I should say. I will never understand that tendency. Get out of the bloody way! Anyhoo, I had to swerve to miss her, which caused me to narrowly miss being hit by the car coming up behind me on my right. I let out a "geez, lady!" as all this was going down, then cursed like a sailor for the next three blocks.

About to set off up the hill home, now... Aaah, five am when there are no idiots deciding to step into oncoming traffic just for kicks!