Was thinking about this on the way home. As much as we may think we are perfect, and lets face it, we are closer than most, there are of course times where we slip up, where we fail to fulfil our duties as purveyors of road-sensibility, street-wisidity and general fantastic-osis. Where we are too busy eating a bucket of chicken (true story) or too busy getting your rage on at talkback radio, or too busy perving or too busy fiddling with the GPS, and we look up to find ourselves in a most unlikely situation. Naturally, recognition of the situation is one step ahead of non-recognition but it is still our own fault for not paying attention and not reacting due to self-imposed distractions we allowed ourselves to be caught up with. So, I bring to the floor, a place to confess your transportation sins: a place where all are judged equally, a place where there is no pride and no prejudice, where one and all can come to confide their darkest moments of vehicular operation and where through this confession their sins are absolved. I remember having just left my old street. There was a set of lights followed by a zebra crossing. I had charged through the lights knowing their change very quickly and was barrelling down towards to pedestrian crossing. I became distracted with something, i think it could have been an ipod or the audio settings on the stereo (having only been in the car for a minute or two, i had not yet decided on my musical choice for that trip.) The road was slightly greasy. I look up about 2 seconds before the crossing and holy **** - a jogger was running straight for it. I slam on the anchors and the ABS is pumping away beneath my left foot. I come to a halt half way across the crossing. My windows were down, and i look to my left to see the jogger with this bewildered look on his face. I couldn't apologise enough. I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry i pleaded and pleaded. He just smiled and jogged off, but still looked bewildered. He must have been high on endorphins because he was very good about it. I was really shaken up by it; if he hadn't had looked (like the girl who crossed infront of me today playing with her phone) he could have been killed - by me. That's a very brutal realisation. And now i open the floor to your own shameful acts due to your human condition of distraction.