Ding ding, we have a winner. It's one thing when it's your life on the line, whole 'nother when it's your wife. The memories I have of watching others is far more vivid than any memories I have of myself. No matter if I'm at fault I always feel guilty.I watched my wife , on her bike in front of me, swing in front of a car that had their signal light on to turn right on a four lane street while she was turning left and the guy never turned. He came straight at her and hit the brakes barely missing her. It was early on in her riding career and my heart sank. I wondered " what have I gotten her into?"