Dear random bicyclist,
After almost running into you yesterday around 6 pm on a neighborhood street, I pulled over and spent a good 20 minutes pulling myself together and seriously questioning my own functionality.
You see, yesterday was a particularly difficult day, in the middle of a particularly long and stressful few weeks. Physically and emotionally exhausted, but not unable to stop and rest, I was in literal pain as I navigated unfamiliar streets on a new route toward school. Between looking for parking, annoyance at the asshole tailgating me, and my frazzled state, I completely missed you. I thought to pull over and let the guy behind me go by, but suddenly I had stopped and you were riding past me, looking rightfully outraged, your expression saying “What the bloody hell is wrong with you??”
Though my personal state had everything to do with my possibly erratic driving, there is no excuse for endangering the life of another. I’m not entirely sure what happened and how, but I surely was shaken.
So if you happen to see this, please accept my sincere apology. I imagine I must have really frightened you. I can’t change what happened, but I’ve been especially aware while driving since.
Yours,
G
ps– seriously, I’m really sorry about that, man 