I was visiting Amsterdam one time and walking across Waterlooplein to my favorite “coffee” shop. Some kind of spidey-sense tingle hit me and I stopped and looked back over my shoulder … to see a tram whizzing past me about an inch from my head, completely silently. I had never noticed the tracks there before. That might be the closest I’ve ever come to death, and the shitty part is that it would have been before I got to the coffee shop.