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Mine: I was in high school, it was a week before graduation and I was riding my 10-speed bike home from work at night.
I was approaching an intersection and the light turned green for me. As I entered the intersection I noticed in my peripheral vision a car going about 50 MPH from my right with no sign of slowing or stopping.
I squeezed both brakes as hard as I could and slid back on the bike seat as far as I could. It was a 4x4 truck, like a huge early 80s Chevy - a rectangle on wheels — blows past right in front of me and the front tire of my bike grazed the back wheel of the truck as it flew past.
I was frozen there. I looked up to make sure my light was green. It was. There was actually a car stopped at the light, in the next lane. The driver and I looked at each other like “holy ****”
If I hadn’t seen him coming, or reacted a split second late, they’d be cleaning me out of his radiator. It took me about ten minutes before I finished riding home.
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