There's some seriously narrow streets here with cars parked on both sides. Absolutely no room for both a car AND a bike to safely occupy. So it's always fun when an oversized pick-up truck decides to pass me on one of these streets.

I can count on most people to wait until there's sufficient room to pass me, but the sudden revving of a large engine is usually a good signal that I'm about to get clipped by a large metal mirror and pushed into the row of parked cars. I hate the feeling of knowing it's going to happen and not having anywhere to go.