This was Monday night. I had already driven across Louisiana, with tornado warnings, wind gusts, blinding rain…. But I don’t have to tell you. You were in it, too.
Finally, I made it to my exit, just another 10 miles to go on a State highway. Picture a nice, big, comfortable road. 2 lanes in each direction with a turning lane in the middle. Almost there.
[*Surprise, bitch!*] I see a bicycle reflector riding on the white line, and I saw him extremely late. First of all, when I see a bicyclist at 11:00 at night in a storm, I just automatically think “crack addict.” Anyway, I merge to the left lane. Then the cyclist swerves over to the center lane, right across my path. I had to slam on brakes on wet pavement. I’m sure it registered an “event” on the camera.
Either this guy was dumb, high, or suicidal. I lived through it, and he lived through it. So really, I guess there’s no story to tell. Just another day of work.
