I recall riding home one fine afternoon in the huge bike lane along one of Salt Lake City's major East/West thoroughfares. As I was within about 50 yards of a light, the traffic was stopped, and I had a clear shot to the light in the bike lane. A few cars ahead I saw a big Dodge pickup edging to the right, into the bike lane, perhaps to get an early jump on the right turn lane that was still at least 50 feet farther ahead (and to the right of the bike lane). I passed on his right, and heard the impatient revving of an engine behind me. Soon afterwards, the truck was riding my wheel up to the light, where he pulled into the turn lane and rolled down his window. They guy started spouting all kinds of crap about how he had the right of way and that I was riding in the turn lane. I pointed out the sign that had a diagram of the bike lane with the text "cyclists only" and informed him that his aggressive driving was a chargeable offense. I also reminded him that I was observing traffic laws (ahem, stopped at a light, for one) and that he had driven in the bike lane too far ahead of the legal place to access the turn lane.
He mumbled and grumbled, and I bid him good day as the light turned green.
Jackass.