Yes, the climate's good, the road's inviting... and the gas-gulping behemoths are trying to kill me! Just yesterday, I was cruising down Harrison Avenue (following a bus) when a 1995 Toyota pickup truck turned left and caught me square in the middle of his grill, at which point I did my best T. J. Hooker impression by rolling over the guy's hood and landing on the asphalt beside the truck. The guy, Dennis G., stopped (a good thing) and hauled me to the hospital, where the doctor pronounced that I had a broken left ankle (to match the broken right one from last year)... this time, I think I'm gonna sue! I'm just sick of being hit!