That's just good baseball

Today on the way to work I was riding along 45th avenue, as usual. I heard a car approaching from behind; it sounded like it was going to try to pass me and beat me to the four-way stop that was about 30 metres away.

I looked over my shoulder at the car and moved ever so slightly to the left. The car backed off and I was first to the stop-line, and first through the intersection.

It was like a ground ball to the short-stop (me), who looks the runner (the car) back to second base before throwing to first for the out.