Drivers who follow me really closely on one lane streets because they're too afraid to pass me. Meanwhile, I'm hugging the parked cars and praying that I don't get doored. Then, when they finally do pass me, they do it so slowly that I'm stuck between the parked cars and their moving car for what feels like forever.

I know that they're just concerned for my well-being and trying not to hit me, but it's still aggravating. At least they're not flying by with mere inches to spare, though.