Monday evening I was out riding - around 9:30 PM here in PA. I had my solid red taillight burning - most every auto that passed me did so in a clearly predictable manner. Then, out of nowhere came this engine-racing nut - by the time I recognized that he was really coming, he was past me - but, as he passed, something (I believe it might have been his passenger side rear view mirror) struck me on the outside of my leg at hip level. No other part of the car touched me or my bike, but the thing passed so close it made me want to implode. The contact of whatever it was that hit me made a loud sound - a cross between a smack and a bang.
As the driver passed me, he almost ran off the road into the ditch.
My emotions ran somewhere between being stunned and super angry. I would like to have phoned the police on that driver, but, until I could have managed to regain my composure, stop, open my rear trunk, pull out the phone, dial something (what? 911, the local police?? information??), it would have been too late. The guy was driving like the proverbial bat - it was dark - I had no idea of the make or model of car - what exactly was I going to report?
I had about 10 miles left until home, and, except for the stinging on my leg, I was in one piece. There was only a bruise, no bleeding. So, I just took that moment to whisper a little prayer of thanks and kept on pedaling.
BTW, I think I was doing everything correctly - had my lights on, was wearing my helmet (big deal), was riding in a very straight line, just to the right of the white line that marks the right side of the road - moving along at about 20 mph.
I have to believe the guy did that on purpose.
Anyhow, it was close - but I'm still in one piece, and I am still riding.