Last night while coming home from a meeting at 8:30 I almost creamed a guy wearing all black, riding a dark coloured bicycle in the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! I didn't see him until the last moment when he swerved out of the way and I saw the reflecter on his wheel. I missed him by less than a foot! Man, I was so mad!

 I told my daughter, "If I had hit him I would have yelled at him for being such a dumbie while he lay on the road bleeding." Sheesh, black guy, black clothes, dark night, no light on his bike, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STINKIN' ROAD!  What a maroon!

Now that I've calmed I know I would have felt terrible if I had hit him and wouldn't have really yelled at him but man, what a dumb thing to do.