I'd run over the goddamn kid. Merla was driving me home from grocery shopping last night, and suddenly she says something like, "Goddamn, I couldn't even see that guy." And then, to my horror, I notice up ahead is a bike rider (not a kid though) all in dark clothing with two measly sickly-ass strips of reflective tape on his pedals riding just outside of the bike lane right on the corner where we turn right. And I said, "Well shit, I would've run him over. I didn't see a damn thing. You would've been screaming and pulling the wheel over to the left." And then when we got home, she bragged about my first would-be fatality. (Though in hindsight, it wasn't.)