Drove up to San Francisco to visit a friend this weekend.

After a boring six and a half hour drive filled with many pit stop (due to bladder size of a peanut), I reached the Bay Bridge along with a few hundred other cars. Twenty minutes later, I was two cars behind the toll collector.

As I scramble for my wallet to make sure I have enough money to pay for the toll, I heard a loud BAM! and felt my car jolted.

Great. Some moron has hit me from behind.

Or so I thought.

Upon closer inspection through the front windshield, I noticed a few things:

  1. The front of my car is awfully close to the Jeep in front of me.
  2. There was an angry pair of eyes looking at me through the Jeep’s rear view mirror.

Uh oh.

Foot must have slipped off the brake somehow (first time ever for me to hit a car). Normally not an issue in stop and go traffic for a manual transmission car, but I must have been on a small incline, which resulted in the car rolling forward at a brisk pace of 0.05 mph.

Needless to say, he was pissed. After paying the toll, we both pulled over to inspect the damage, or rather, lack there of. The less-ticked off motorist waved me good bye and soon I was on my way to get lost in the crowded streets of San Fransisco.

On the way home, I met up with Noah of Okdork.com in Saratoga over a cup of so-so coffee, and got my first speeding ticket in Valencia, forty minutes away from home.

Yay.