What a punk! A couple days ago I was riding up a hill by a popular surf beach in a bike lane. It's common for a long row of cars to park just off road, but leaving enough room for us cyclists to get through. Usually when I'm climbing, people coming back to their cars, stand real close to their door and wait for me to pass before opening. This guy comes back to his truck, tosses his board in the back, looks me in the eyes (while I'm huffing & puffing up this hill), goes to his door opens it up all the way, grabs his cell phone off the seat and starts chatting while leaning back against his door and watching me climb the hill. I'm thinking, he can see me, he sees me coming up the hill and is going to get into his truck and close the door before I get there. But no, he and his door are extending out even into the roadway (2 lanes), and I have check my 6, before going out into the left half of the lane to pass him. I wanted to hack a luge in his face as I passed, but I'm not as big a pr!ck as he is.