There was that time last winter when I called a reckless motorist a “12th-level jackass” without knowing what the hell that might have meant. Then there was the SUV driver this morning who turned left directly in front of me to enter an alley as I barreled down the slope of Redondo Boulevard approaching Pico Boulevard forcing me to lock up the brakes and skid, and successfully avoid broadsiding the beast vehicle. Beyond being that much more thankful that I had extra stopping power thanks to my opting to replace the almost entirely failed front brake cable Sunday night, I coasted past the dodged Dodge and from my vast selection of over-the-shoulder exclamatories to deliver to the surprised driver, out came this:

“Even from just a strictly statistical perspective, that was entirely fucked up!

Empirically speaking: You don’t say!