It's 6:20 p.m. and the sun has been down for about 30 minutes. It's dark. I'm riding home along on my usual route, the road is dry and there is now snow, rain, dust or other vehicles. I see a car approaching from the right. Out of habit, I'm looking at the car to see if it stops. It's a T-intersection and the car has a stop sign, also unobscured. Both of its headlights are functioning. The car comes to a halt with its blinker on to turn left. I have no stop sign and continue merrily along my way. I have the right of way.
Lo and behold, the car launches toward me turning left, as I'm in the middle of the intersection. I instinctively unclip my right foot and start swinging it out of the way, as it would appear that I am about to be hit. The car comes to a sharp halt about 12 inches from me, the right headlight lined up to impact just ahead of my bottom bracket.
Time slows down - I can see the driver is a ~35 year old woman with chin-length black hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dark red wool coat with a white loosely-knit scarf. She is not wearing gloves. The vehicle looks to be a late-90's Toyota [Corolla?] sedan in a red/burgundy colour with a tan interior. I am approximately 7 feet from her, counting the length of the car hood and the twelve inches from my pedal to her bumper. I am shining my helmet-mounted 13W HID headlight [equivalent to ~40 Watts of focused halogen] directly at her. As I coast by the front of her car, she looks to the right, then left, but never in my direction - directly in front of her car. She drives away, and I am left with a combination of fear, anger and righteous indignation for the rest of my ride home.