On the access road in my car, going to Subway for my delicious daily cup of Broccoli and Cheese soup, happy as can be... so i'm checking the highway to see if anyone is getting off the ramp and on to the access road a few carlengths before I get there and once more as i'm driving almost parallel to it and see NADA. I get to the end of the ramp and seemingly out of nowhere, a woman BOOKING IT in a Lexus comes off the ramp at at least 50MPH... i'm going 65 and she's about to slam in to my driver seat door... The guy in the opposite lane has come to a complete stop (it was dark and I didn't see him completely stop so that didn't help) and suddenly there were two and a half cars in a two lane access road. I floor it to 80MPH (thankfully my car is moderately powerful, V6 Accord) and miss her by INCHES. She was so close I could have kissed her hood from my seat. If not for the exact inches and seconds, nobody would know what would be made of me or my car right now. I'm shaking like hell and thinking "Holy ****! Did I really escape that?" Funny thing is, now I want to shave with a straight instead of my DE or go ride my minibike or something else dangerous. After all, how do you fight a rush but with another rush? I'm an ungrateful b*****d and feel no more worthy of my life that's been spared, but I figured maybe i'd share this story. I'm teenage young (believe it or not) and this, besides other small things, has been an absolute memory engraving experience.