An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
For the last week I've nearly been hit by a car everyday coming or going to work so I've been consciously trying to ride safer. And today because of the -23 Celsius temperature I decided to leave extra early to avoid any possible vehicular troubles. Which worked fine till I got to the last major road crossing. This time it wasn't a near miss for me, but the driver who was stopping to let me cross got rammed from behind by the minivan behind him. I was actually not going to cross till both cars went by and tried to wave the first car through - it was pretty obvious from my view that the guy behind wouldn't be able to brake in time because of the ice. But my traffic cop signals were for naught and he got up it up the flash pipe.
All of this crash potential also goes to re-inforce my pre-travel crash karma. It always seems like just before a trip or vacation, I'd find a way to have an accident regardless of how careful I was. To the point where my parents would warn me before we went on vacation to try not to injure myself before we left town.