The wife and I were spending a week at a lake in Western Washington and I brought one of my bikes along. I ride about twentyfive miles every other day and I was on one of those rides. The resort was in the woods and there are paved roads that are used daily by very large logging trucks. I was nearing the end of my ride and trucks and cars had been passing me with no problems. Even the big logging trucks would move over as they passed on my left and I felt good about that. I was on a stretch of road that had no shoulder and I could hear another big truck coming up from the rear. This time, the driver didn't move to his left (for the record, there were no other vehicles coming in the other direction and the visibility was good for him). There I was, going about fifteen miles an hour and this big tandem logging truck goes by me at about fifty. We were literally inches apart. It took a lot of concentration to keep myself in a straight line. It scared the crap out of me. On the one hand, I feel like I am entitled to be on that road, but on the other hand, "entitled" doesnt do me alot of good if I get hit by 80,000 lbs of logging truck.
I dont know, I dont think I want to be riding under those circumstances again. Riding in the city has its dangers, but that was just too close.