Going south on Ravenswood approaching Irving Park. I have the green. Not I'm about to get the green, not I'm about to lose the green. I have the green.
For whatever reason, I'm cognizant of the lights towards my right, rapidly approaching left. It's a cab. White with light blue effects.
I really don't know how we didn't collide. I turned left, turned my head even further left, jammed on my brakes and…
I'm pretty sure that the cab's path did not alter. I landed on my left butt cheek. I suspect a large bruise is forthcoming.
I've nearly died a number of times, ranging from falling out of a big rig when I was three, to getting square on run over by a two ton car a few years ago.
But for whatever reason, this morning's encounter has shaken me more. Just the pure randomness of it. A few hundredths of a second slower on the brakes and I wouldn't have the luxury of typing this from the comfort of my pillow.