For once, it was a pretty uneventful ride to work. No cell phoners cutting me off or coffee sippers running me down.
Instead I was the knucklehead. While splitting some traffic I got squeezed, and my bar end left a little design on the side of a pickup.
I didn't feel too bad though considering it was a 30-year old Ford with more dents and dings than the local junkyard. None of the four dudes stuffed in the front noticed anyways.