I was coming across the bridge from the nature preserve, headed for home on my trusty bike. I had to pass the top of the US101 offramp; I was passing a stop sign. One car stopped, and was going to turn left after I went by. As I passed his front bumper, another car came flying up to the stop sign on his right. The driver was looking to the left, into the low sun. Having his head firmly embedded up his ass, the cretin didn’t see me right in front of him until it was almost too late.

He damn near ran the stop sign, and I came about that close to being roadkill.

On an overpass, no one can hear you scream.