Close Call

I'll post my recent progress reports soon, today I have an exciting tale that all runners can relate to. Pictures are worth a thousand words so I have rendered my experiences in glorious Microsoft Paint as well.

There is one busy intersection that I cross on most of my long runs. Usually at intersections I'll just go with traffic and not worry about the "Walk" button, but at this one I do - it's just a little extra-busy and I feel more comfortable knowing that the white neon man says it's okay for me to cross.

The intersection has two right-turn lanes on the side I was coming from this morning. I was crossing the first lane (courtesy of White Neon Man) as a car started moving up in the second lane.

The blue arrow is the direction I'm moving. The red arrows show (a) which direction the car wants to go and (b) which direction the driver is looking.

It all happened very fast, but all of a sudden there I was off the front right fender of this car. He was making no attempt to stop and so I reached out with both hands and pounded on the hood of his car, while yelling "HEY! HEY!"
Not particularly original but it's what came to me in the moment.

Here's what he saw:

He stomped on the brakes. Here's what I saw:

The car did not touch me but my heart raced up to around 90% of max anyway. (Fight or flight, anyone?) Try though I may, I couldn't get my heart rate down for the rest of today's run.

Frankly, I hope I scared the piss out of that guy. And it wouldn't upset me too much if I scratched his paint with my wedding band. Moron.