It was a slick move.

I admit it took some skill, pulling out into busy McLoughlin Avenue traffic from the gun shop, and then a hard right.

I centered my left tires (with their wheels) between the bumpy white lines separating the bike lane from traffic. I am safe, and yield to bikes always, but I had another right turn coming.

I didn’t feel a thing at 40 mph as I straddled that boundary and cut right, then onto Jennings and a fast stop at the auto dealer with his mail already in my hand. He said that was a “bad a**” move, but I did not say it. I thought it.

It’s like life, right? You do what you gotta do and sometimes you gotta straddle some kind of boundary or move between the lines . . .

If someone calls you a “bad a**”, just take it and run.