Listen to your mother!

My mom used to always tell me to walk my bike across the street. I remember doing it grudgingly and with some degree of impatience. Well. . . those words of wisdom came back to haunt me yesterday while on my way from my church job to Big Lots. I slowed down when I came to a crossing, but the walk signal was up for me. I kept slowing, to make sure the lady in the red SUV saw me. I thought perhaps she would use some common sense and look toward me before she pulled out, but alas, she did not. Right as I passed in front of her car, she pushed the accelerator and hit me. Not very hard, mind you. Just enough to knock me from the bike. She was horrified and I was irritated (read: angry). I picked up the bike, checked it for damage and saw none. Her front bumper had a nice scratch on it, so I looked at her in time to see her mouth the words: "I'm so sorry!" and then got back on my bike and headed for Big Lots.

Moral: Always listen to mommy's words.