,,,where angels fear to tread.
I was waiting on my scooter for the light to change at Merced's busiest corner: M and Olive. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes.
Here came a man on a bicycle, crossing Olive, against the light. Cars whizzed by him in both directions while he waited, then pedaled across traffic.
As he passed me, I said, "You have a death wish."
He replied, "Huh?" He didn't even know what he had done.