I just replied to a post about jerk riders and remembered this.

Last month, I was on one of my usual Sat rides. Same route, nothing particularly happening, when a delivery truck for the Salvation Army comes up from behind (Im on a two lane heavily wooded rural road) and damn near runs me into a brick mail box. Fortunately, I saw the mail box and quickly slowed down. I thought of several expletives to say, but chose to keep my mouth shut, a prudent thing to do in North Florida, but out of reflex I yelled out "Whoa". So the truck lumbers down the road and pulls off to a side road and stops. The driver gets and stands in the middle of the road w/ his arms up in the air waiting for me. "Oh s**t" I said and quickly tried to think of what I had to defend myself. So I t decided to sprint by him. As I was getting closer, he stepped to the side of the road and got down on one knee and was trying to get me to slow down. Once I got close enough and slowed down I could hear him talking, I heard a Caribbean accent. He was apologizing for almost running me off the road. I slowed down and he asked if I was OK. I said yes and quickly thanked him and sprinted off. Once, I got down the road I thought he was probably scared I would report him the SA and just trying to save his job. I was getting to my turnaround point and saw him about 20 min. later and he pulled off the road and let me pass. He waved and I went on my way.

I guess I'll get the type of treatment again.