I kinda got hit by a black Porsche earlier

when I went running. The car was sitting in a parking garage exit and suddenly started moving. My hand on his hood helped me keep my balance and stop, and it must have been pretty fast because the dirt didn’t come off easily.

I don’t know why my first thought was that he might hit me in the hollow of my knee or the knee itself, so that then his tire would go over my leg. (I used my hands to prevent that.) Still trying to figure the thought out.

But everyone is fine, we apologized to one another, and I had already moved on and forgotten about it when big fat bug fly into my eye. Sick!