Drinking and Driving

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining in the bluest of skies, there were just enough pillowy white clouds to be pretty and there was no humidity. I throw the kids and bikes in the truck and we're off to meet friends for a bike ride.

Our ride took us along a river where we were able to peddle with ease on it's paved banks. There was sun and shade in almost equal parts, which made for a very nice journey. Although the humidity was low, it was still on the warm side. So, I did pack a backpack with bottled water and some snacks and left a cooler in the car for us on our return. I must say, it was an amazing ride. We rode for over 7 miles and weren't really aware of it.

We're back at the truck and everyone is hungry and still thirsty. We say our goodbyes and it's off. I had given both, Michael and Mina a bottle of water and I too had one as we headed home. While discussing our adventure everyone had to talk at once, as usual. I looked in the rearview to see them both so excited to talk that I just let them go. Meanwhile, I see a red light ahead and realize I'm approaching traffic. I slow down and was at what I thought was a stop while I took a sip from my water bottle and bam. I rolled into the car in front of me.....a beautiful sports car at that. Me, I'm in a land yacht.....a Suburban. I leap out of the car as did the owner of the sports car and we meet at the bumper. He was an older gentleman, dressed very nicely and all smiles. I smiled back a bit nervously and apologizing profusely. He assured me that it was quite alright, that there was no damage and to please not give it another thought.

Now, I'm wondering....could it have had anything to do with the fact I was dressed in a pair of boy-shorty surf shorts, a cropped fitted tank, flip-flops and wearing just enough glisten everywhere from a long, heated bike ride OR was he just THAT nice?

I'm thinking it had to be, that he was just that nice.