Last one was in Montana, in a cold rain towards evening. I was standing while on my bikes on the shoulder of the highway trying to get the wet screen on my iPhone to work. my back to oncoming traffic.
Wasn’t paying attention, a semi riding the fog stripe missed me by way-too-close, woulda killed me in an instant. I’d have never known what hit me.
All day long, for many days in a row, I had been paying attention, that one human lapse coulda killed me.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
