Well, last year, I came to a T in my neighborhood that has no stop sign, but the people coming in both directions across the T have a stop sign. I'm coming down the hill full speed, signal I am turning right since there is a car at the stop sign. I see him look at me, so I know we are in sync, then he pulls across while I am in mid-turn. I miss his bumper by inches. I'm so used to it. I just shook my head, didn't yell anything, and the driver looks in the mirror and flips me the bird. I raise both hands off the bars and give him double barrels. He slams on the breaks and stops. I am praying to god he stays there until I reach him. I rode up on his right, and literally stuck my head in his passenger window, and said something to the affect "You pull out in front of me and then flip me off?" He was a teenager.
My veins were bulging. He then said "No sir, I saw you almost wrecked and stopped to see if you were okay"
I said, no skippy, you were going to be a smart A$$ until you saw how big I was (I'm almost 6' and weigh 225") He continued to mumble something about me having a stop sign (and no there is not one there). I finally shook my head and rode off.
So here he comes from behind me full throttle and as he passes, he yells "I hope you fall off your bike".
I'm still pretty sure he almost crapped his pants when I stuck my head in his car
