I drove to work on Monday. I prefer to ride to work as much as possible -- anytime I drive, I tend to regret not riding.
Monday started out no differently. I wasn't thrilled about driving -- I needed my truck for errands, but damn, it was a beautiful day and I'd rather been on my bike.
As I left work yesterday evening, I witnessed a highly impaired driver round the turn onto S. Harrison Ave. from Dry Ave. too wide and hit another car at the intersection. The driver then overcorrected and drove up into several yards, running over a small block retaining wall, flatting the right rear tire on their car. Of course, when you're shit-faced, small things like that don't stop you so the driver continued on his merry way.
I got a call into 911 -- I hope they managed to pick this idiot up and get him off the road. No telling how much other damage he'd already done.
So, why was this a great day to not ride a bike? Well, if I was riding, I could very well have been in front of this idiot, pedaling away down the road.
I'm glad I wasn't on my bike on S. Harrison Ave. yesterday evening. Be careful out there.