Quick reflexes honed on the basketball court saved my new truck this morning. Yes, The Colorado almost was wrecked. I'm rolling slowly to a stop at a light on 108th near L street in the far lane, and this old fossil pulls out of a parking lot slowly, across one empty lane and into mine. With me coming up on him. His turn was SO wide, at first I thought he was turning left and into traffic the opposite direction. The fossil stayed perpendicular to me for the longest time. I swerved and drove INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC for a block or so. Any other time, any other day, there would have been too many cars in the other lanes on 108th for me to do that, and I would have been T-boned. And The Colorado would be wrecked, smashed by some old man who can't see well enough to drive anymore. But someone was looking out for me today, and the other lanes were EMPTY. Maybe not proof of a higher power, but if you've got a bridge to sell me, I might buy it -- my faith is that strong at the moment.
Old fossil. I rather like that term. That's from something. Can't think of what movie. Damn. It'll come to me. Don't you worry.