Death Comes in a Buick Lesabre…

OK, so I’m not sure if it was actually a Lesabre, but I was almost forced to destroy an automobile this morning. I knew this moment would come, but I expected it to be my lack of driving skill and not the idiocy of others.

I was on my way to work, going the normal way into Peoria via the Bob Michael Bridge. I come to the end of the bridge, making sure to be in the proper lane, so everything is just fine. So far, so good. I haven’t cut anyone off, I haven’t had to do the Captain Awesome stop in a merge lane in order to get over without Death, things are looking up.

There is a double turn lane onto Adams Street that goes where I need to go, and it is usually one of those immediate right-on-red situations. I look left, see ABSOLUTELY NO traffic (which is amazing at 7:35 am in Cat City, USA) so I prepare to head onto Adams Street.

Luckily, I turn just in time to realize that the Buick in front of me is NOT moving. I slam on my breaks just enough to prevent skidding of my nearly bald tires, and I stop JUST in time. The woman was sitting in her gigantic car staring straight ahead, as if the other turn lane full of people going by her didn’t exist.

Adrenaline is something that I’ve grown somewhat used to with Karate and all, but I didn’t realize that it had the power to uncongest a stuffy head. Very interesting.