4 Tires Are Better Than 2

So my husband and I just spent 10 days in the panhandle of Florida. LOVE! One night we were driving back from dinner on a 4 lane highway (*highway!*), just cruising at 65 or whatever the speed limit was, the ONLY vehicle on the entire road in either direction, so we're just chillin' and BAM! There's a moped right in front of us. In our lane. Going 20. Seriously. That dude was SO dead if there hadn't been a lane for us to swerve into to avoid turning him into a mancake (get it? pancake? flat? like flat as a pancake? like he would have been if we had hit him?), which brought two things to mind, one of which is some of the best advice my mom ever gave me...
One, Florida and/or the whole world should maybe require lights that are actually VISIBLE TO OTHER DRIVERS if they're going to allow (let's be honest) D.U.Ikes on main roads. I'm just sayin.
And two, (here comes the lesson) I went shopping with my mom a few months ago before an afternoon doctor's appointment. One thing my mom has always tried to instill in me is the importance of being on time. I fail. A lot. A WHOLE lot. Well, basically almost always. OK, always. Always. I'm ALWAYS late. There, I said it...happy? Anyway, I was the chauffer this particular day (because my mom's driving...well...nevermind...*love you!*). I was driving her back to her car and we were on a curvy road. I may have been pushing it a lil to avoid being late (shopping was done on time...but then I *had* to have Kilwin's ice cream), or it may just be that my mother is the most nervous car passenger in history (again, love you!), but anyway, we rounded a curve and BAM! A cyclist (in my lane....going 1/10th the speed limit...but that's another blog, whatever...). Anyway, we rounded a curve and there was a cyclist. Mom jumped in her seat, grabbed the door with one hand and the dash with the other and said, "Don't hit him, you'll be late for your appointment!"
Sweet.