On the MUP going home tonight an oncoming cyclist with no lighting came towards me. I (lit up like a Christmas tree with blinky ankle straps, blinky reflective vest, moderately strong frontlight, reflective tape on helmet) am quite visible.

I went to the right margin and it looked like he was on the left. As we approached, he swerved sharply towards me forcing me off the path (thank goodness I had slowed down a bit), almost hitting me, and did a 'whoa' as he continued past.

He had to have done this on purpose, or was seriously disoriented because this wasn't a short distance he swerved. Grrrr. My first really close call, thank goodness. It certainly seemed to have a nefarious purpose but maybe I am just paranoid.