
Originally Posted by
smurfalicious
I was coming to a stop at an intersection at a bottom of a hill. There was a big gravel truck dead set on turning right so I decided the smart thing to do was wait beside the next car in line and make sure she saw me. She wasn't signaling and we were pretty much at the light. As I rolled up to her she decides to cram herself behind the gravel truck and pull into a driveway and pretty near over top of me. I reefed on my brakes and yelled some choice words.....
After I picked up my headlight I rode back towards the MUT and waited patiently at the crosswalks. Several people kept going after they lost their protected left turn which I expect, but as I crossed the road brakes squealed as someone making a right hand turned failed to notice TWO cyclists.
Further down the road I hit another light and waited with another rider. He took off a skosh before me and Little Miss Mall Shopper stopped for him and then tried to plow forward into me. I amazed myself by how quickly I dropped my wrists to grab my brake levers as hard as I could. Fear is a wonderful thin sometimes.