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I almost hit a cyclist yesterday while driving. It was very close, and it would have been a t-bone strike while I was accelerating through an intersection.
It was dusk, we were in a crowded residential area, and I was trying to cross a busy road where cross-traffic never stops. I was waiting on a slow-moving car to drive past to the right while there was still some clear space in the traffic going the other way.
I don’t have an excuse. I was anxious about avoiding cars, was only watching headlights, and didn’t see the biker at all. I would have hit him except my wife said something when it became clear I was going to hit him. I braked for my wife’s imaginary biker, and that’s when I saw the back tire clear past my bumper by less than a foot.
He was mad naturally. He yelled out of fear, then yelled of anger and cussed. I felt very very bad and sorry, but I continued on. He didn’t stop cycling either, but he was mad enough I wanted to get the hell away from him anyway.
So I was a little shaken up about it. If I were driving alone I would have scooped him up onto the hood and destroyed his bike.
You break his legs and throw him in the traffic
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