This morning, our group had a close call with a pickup, and unless the guy was sleeping or drunk, it looked like the worst mean spririted piece of driving I've ever seen.
The peleton was coming down Kennedy I think, at about 30k, when a black pickup made a left turn from a side road to our right, and came right at us. He was squarely straddling the yellow line towards us when he straightened out at the last second and went in his own lane. I hadn't played chicken with anything since I was a teenager driving my dad's Chevrolet in icy parking lots. Today was crazy scary. I hope this guy doesn't cross our way again. In any case, I came across a nice little song in France that seems very appropriate as a dedication to our ruthless pickup driver. Here's to you smart guy!