Last night toward the end of my ride which was all on narrowish farm to market roads, every single driver who had passed me had given me plenty of room when they passed, then I was creeping up a grade 3 or 4 mph, no shoulder, right on the white line legs burning and I hear a diesel downshifting and creeping up my ask, to the point i had to unclip and stop he was so close to my wheel, he refused to move over a couple feet and get past me even though the other lane was clear of oncoming traffic. jackwagon had fifteen or twenty cars stacked up behind him.