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I was just driving off of an I-75 exit ramp and merging onto a busy four lane street and as I passed through the light I nearly hit a bull. Or a steer. Didn't stop to look. But the point is that I don't live in an area where that should be a problem. I moved out of the woods...or so I thought. I was called out of the oblivion that is looking in my rear view mirror having a conversation with the little people by the sound of blaring horns. I looked up thinking I had ran the light or something. Nope, green. Just as I looked around I saw something swoosh past my van. I barely missed him. Then as I trucked on by him I looked up into my mirror and saw a police car, with lights flashing, trying to swerve all over the lanes to make the bull run off of the street and into the grass. This whole ordeal completely freaked me out.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 03, 2002 at 02:16 PM