I feel a little sense of remorse.
I was JUST on the verge of leaving the "hood" on my commute home last night, the last stretch through the hood is a four lane rural route (East Coast 1). The road bottle necks as you cross the Massachusetts/Rhode Island state line and all four lanes become a couple feet narrower. At one point in the bottle neck, I was passing a stretch of parked cars about two blocks long, riding right in the door zone - it's there or the sidewalk. There were cars passing me on the left, probably a foot away, cruising along at 25-35 MPH. I'm biking 10-15 MPH trying to maintain a safe speed for the minimal space, but also trying to at least maintain some type of pace with the traffic.
Up ahead of the line of parked cars, I spot a hood rat riding salmon on what looks like a modified Schwinn Stingray, with highrise handlebars. Picture pre-fame 50Cent riding a bike and you'd be close. He's all kicked back, doing a slow gangsta roll along the curb. I see him, he see's me in this narrow lane of travel that I have, and instead of yielding or stopping, he proceeds to pull into the same lane of travel. And, he starts rolling right down the center of this 12-18" of space towards me. I didn't even flinch. I didn't have anyplace to go, I couldn't go left, there was a ton of passing traffic, and he was too close to the cars for me to pass on the right.
So I held my line, he eventually moves to pass me on the right, between myself and the parked cars, and we pass, with me giving him probably an inch to spare. About 2 seconds after he passes me, I heard the distinctive thud-thud of a bicyclist bumping a parked car. I don't know if he was alright or if he fell. If it was a better area of town, I would have gone back. Given the appearance of the rider and the area I was in, I got the hell out of there. Not that I don't care for my follow man or rider, but I don't really need to be shot on my commute.