I was itting on my bike at the corner of Doughty and Ashley waiting for traffic to clear when this slate-gray( don't know if that's the right name) Jeep Cherokee-ish scraped past me. It would have run over my foot if I hadn't jumped away. The lady stopped around the corner and was all like are you hurt, I'm sorry, etc. I said no (mistake!) and never mind (mistake!) and you have to watch where you're going (NO SHIT!). What I should have done is screamed and called for police. She had kids in the car, though, which made me unreasonably sympathetic. It still pisses me off that she got off too easy. I suppose it's my fault for riding a bike while brown.