I pulled into the bike lane and jumped out of the car to confront the other driver. My arms shook while they slammed the door behind me – my brain wasn’t processing anything yet.
“Are you alright?” The driver asked mechanically while peering down at a text message I could only assume she had been crafting when she pulled out in front of me without looking. At the intersection where the accident took place, cars traveling north or south had the right of way and no stop sign while the east or westbound cars had to wait until they could safely continue straight or turn. By the time I saw her car pull out, about four feet in front of me, we were headed for a pretty extreme collision.
