Near misses and near matches
Today I had the worst bike ride home ever. Admittedly, I've struggled with keeping the tires filled up, I always seem to end up losing lots of air whenever I try. And there was a bit of a wind, and I was feeling tired. I figured this was responsible for my struggling to move faster than a snail's pace. I seriously considered hopping off and walking, that's how bad I felt. Looking back on it, that would've been a really good idea, since I would've been able to figure out immediately what was wrong, but no, I'm not a quitter! No man or machine can best me! Well, a combination of both almost did. In order to pull into the driveway that goes up to my complex, I looked behind me and decided that I had enough time to get over to the other lane to turn in before the nearest car caught up to me. Apparently, I misjudged just how slow I was traveling, since I almost got ran over by that car. There wasn't any honking, so I'm guessing that the driver wasn't paying as much attention as he/she should have been and didn't hold me solely responsible for what happened. It was a terrifying couple of seconds, since I just couldn't get my bike to do what I needed it to and it just wouldn't move anywhere quickly.