I have a some what similar story, but I chose to ignore that little voice in my head. Long story short. Great day out on my Sportster, short ride to get some gas, fairly convinced myself that I was going to get hit by a car. Sure enough leaving the gas station an old woman (literally rushing to church!) crossed the double-yellow and took out the front of the bike and sent me to the pavement. Not life threatning, but if I was a little further out into the road...maybe
Oh damn, I just remembered another one when I guess I did listen, though subconsiously. At school in Dayton Beach. Out eating dinner with my room mate, he drove to Morrisons Buffet I think it was. Anyway, for some reason, completely out of the blue I say I want to drive his car back to the apartment. Never had the urge before. Light turns green at the parking lot to exit and a Semi flies through the red light going like 60 miles an hour. Nothing new there, except that my buddies MO was to always gun it as soon as the light turned green...everytime. I think we both just looked at each other as it sank in...