Three feet more and I'm dead meat.
Walking down the sidewalk to the pool, I stepped out into the opening of the parking garage.
And SUV blows by me at surely lethal speed, without hitting the brakes. If I had been jogging to the pool, I'd have tire tracks on my back.
This is how close it came to me (a dramatic re-enactment appears below, although I wasn't actually facing the SUV. The picture is of a real person, not an actor).
I was feeling quite grateful afterwards, so I got my camera and took pictures of flowers around the pool. Then I dove in, head first.