The other night I was rather ambitious. I rode through my neighborhood 3 times in a row, executing the same flight plan. Lights on back, lights in front. No problems really except for the two way street that has sharrows on it and a double yellow line. Toward the end of my last lap I noted a car behind me approaching and a blind corner coming up, so I claimed the lane. Foolishly in retrospect, knowing that most cars are visible when coming around a corner with their headlights anyway, the car would have passed without meeting oncoming traffic. All would have been well.
Well, I stood fast in the lane and this big "modern" pickup just barely grazes me when passing and turns in right quick to the lane almost taking me in the process. So I rode after it with the intent to tell the driver my piece of mind. At the stop sign, I caught up just barely and I yelled, "Ride better next time, Jerk!" Ha, ride better! As if he was a fellow cyclist. I am grateful to be alive and will probably choose either another route to take or hug the right portion of the roadway from now on.
I'm beginning to acquire the stealth philosophical approach to cycling. Avoiding big car thoroughfares, claiming the lane is not necessarily safe (even in daylight!). Sure, I'll probably still claim the lane going down a steep hill and when in a turn lane, otherwise let the youngsters do it, they still have 8 of their nine lives left!
I will still avoid the door zone!
Cycling, even here in wonderful Portland Oregon can be dangerous. Not all roads are bike friendly! I think finally I've learned to place caution before bravado!