What had already been a pretty crook day almost got quite a bit worse: riding home on wet roads, the car in front of me shaped to go through an orange light then changed its mind at the last moment and braked hard. No way I was going to be able to stop in time, but I'm experienced enough to brake hard then get off the brakes and look for a way 'round. Found one and stopped near the front of the car, to the right. I'd yelled, but not really at the driver, just in fear, and I didn't blame him/her: I should have left more space in the wet. Would have utterly sucked to have a crash, even a non-injury one, in the cold and wet and dark. But it's all in the attitude: I *didn't* crash! So that's a win!