Going up a slight hill, not going too fast.
Truck ahead pulling out of a parking lot on the right, wanting to turn left.
Are you going to turn left before I get there?
You're looking right at me, so I know you see me.
Are you turning? You're not moving, so I guess not.
Doh! Now you're rolling, guess you are turning.
No? You stopped again. Not moving...not moving...not moving...
OK, I'll ride by.
Hey! You turned!
I tried to veer up onto the sidewalk, which at that point had a "ramp" down to street level (because it was coming out of a parking lot.) Unfortunately, I didn't notice until too late that the "ramp" was still at least an inch tall where it met the street. Down I went!
At least I remembered to release my cleats. I didn't hit the ground myself, just the bike.