dear Bay Area drivers, please stop trying to kill me with your cars. thank you. love, sean.

yes, yesterday, yet another of you crazies nearly drove over me. this time i was riding my newly fixed Vespa and a whole lot more vulnerable to the grinding of metal.

i was driving down Sunset Boulevard when it happened. a pack of cars and i were approaching an intersection when i noticed that a big, black Camaro didn't seem to be slowing down for the been-red-for-ten-seconds light. and she just kept going. right into the middle of our lanes. the car next to me dove into the grassy median, just barely escaping the front of her. i slammed on my brakes and left half my tire on the road trying to stop. which i did, ending up a mere two feet from her driver's side door. and what was she doing? laughing. she thought it was funny.

so let this serve as a reminder to all of you who drive that you are in huge pieces of metal that can just as easily kill as get you to the grocery store. pay attention. watch where you're going. drive within your limits. and be ready for your fellow automobile afficianados to be stupid. because they will. inevitably.