Nearly got doored today. I was passing traffic on the right (not flying, not at all; just rolling). (This is where I'm supposed to be riding, right? Not my fault if traffic is crawling.) Some lady flings her door open -- as is the habit of the very fat, who need all momentum they can get to extract themselves from their cars. She did this right in front of me; she did it without looking. I braked and swerved and yelled. I glared at her over my shoulder as she finally poured her monstrous self from her car.
But this was my fault. I should have seen her. One second difference and I would have crunched her door. I rode the next miles with jelly legs.