That day in question was Wednesday, February 10, 2016. For most people it was probably an ordinary day. For the commuter-bicycling author it was a day when a very, very, veeeery expensive, forever-to-be-haunted-by blunder was made. That day is chronicled from awakening to crashing. Approx. 2,000 words. If this autobiographical tale were an American movie, it would probably be rated PG-13 (some foul language).