We were having a lovely drive, rocking out to 80s music and getting Wee 'Burb to dance to Abba, when all of a sudden, life slowed down.
I saw a bolt in the air, so tiny I feel I couldn't have seen it. Except I did.
Followed closely and quickly, but still in slow motion, by a bicycle. Heading directly at me.
I gasped and swore and the whole time I remember thinking to myself "do NOT drive into the ditch, just drive. The bike is going to hit you, but you just need to drive" and I did, and the bike hit and I kept driving until I could safely pull over to the side of the road.
To discover despite the bicycle ricocheting off the side of my car, all I had was a scratch by my driver's side mirror.
A scratch. A bicycle over 2 lanes of traffic and all I had was a scratch on my car.
Naturally, the rest of the ride I thought of all the horrible things that could have happened. I grabbed Wee 'Burb extra tight and tried to shake it off.
But I'm giving extra thanks.