I once screamed at the top of my lungs to an old woman, "Stop! Are you trying to kill me?" She was backing out of her driveway into the opposite lane of her road and never saw me. She was short and could barely see over her back seat. She had gone too far over in the lane and almost hit the curb.

I'm not sure if she had a heart attack or not , but she sure regretted her poor driving. She felt bad immediately. I just got back on and kept riding. She didn't pass me for quite awhile.