It's the ones I can't see that I worry about. It's an ugly feeling knowing that had I been a half a metre further to the right, or made the turn I was signalling a couple of seconds sooner, that I'd have been cleaned up, probably killed, by the recklessly speeding driver behind me. The shock sets in an hour, maybe even a day, later.

I suspect the poor man on a bike who was killed, allegedly by a drink driver, on Queen St on Saturday night never saw it coming. Maybe he heard something before the impact. That's