So here I am on an overcast Sunday afternoon driving on Barbur Blvd., near where it meets Sheridan - down the hill from OHSU and just a little bit before the I-405.

About 100 feet in front of me I see a furiously rolling hubcap. I was too late to the intersection to see the vehicle that lost the hubcap, but whoa, Nellie - that hubcap was rockin’, rollin’, ragin.’ We’re talking furious turns.

I am not making this up, people. As soon as the hubcap approached the curb on the right side of Barbur, it would - by some manner of centrifugal force whose principles I missed in college physics- started turning over three or four times. Then it would somehow be guided to the center of Barbur, where it repeated the process.

Fortunately, I was stopped for a red light, so the rolling hubcap didn’t impact my vehicle before it finally came to a stop off in the right lane.

And I was in second-to-left lane.

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