Near miss with a garbage truck
Sooooo I'm toodling around my neighborhood circa 1:30pm. I'm hugging the curb in the right lane as a garbage truck passes me with a big whoosh only to come to a screeching halt about 75 ft ahead of me to pick up some cans. It was one of those fancy trucks with a forklift on the side, so no garbageman hanging onto the back. A car is coming from behind me in the other lane, so I cross the intersection and stop about 15 ft behind the truck to wait for the car. I am looking over my left shoulder waiting for the car to pass, at a speed slower than cold molasses I might add, and meanwhile the garbage truck in front of me is backing up but strangely, the regulation reverse beeper isn't sounding, so I don't know that the garbage truck is getting closer to me until I feel the heat from the exhaust on my shins. :eek: I did a weird hobble-hop maneuver to at least get myself out of the way of the truck before hitting on the side of it with my hand and yelling at the driver. I see his face in the side mirror and he looks stunned to see me, like "wtf? Where did that cyclist come from?" HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! The guy had to have seen me. He had passed me not more than a minute before and I was wearing my "please don't hit me" yellow jersey, which is so bright it's probably visible from outer space. Fortunately no injuries sustained and lesson learned.