AWE-SOME ; )

Such instant karma is always delightful to witness.

(this is relative to a commute, so I think it fits, happend about 8 months ago)

I had a delightful chap in a white Ford F250 try and run me over for about 5 minutes on Alpharetta hwy. It was a company vehicle, and apparently, the gentleman was under the assumption that.

A.) Bicycles are not allowed on the road
B.) It is his personally appointed duty to make sure all cyclist, especially me, realize that
C.) That police officers will be understanding when you first admit to trying to run said cyclist over (namely me).

He is mistaken on all points above.
It started because I took a right turn out of a strip mall to head west down Alpharetta (this is a pretty high traffic road, so I am used to close calls, don't really phase me anymore. Except dump trucks... they are really, REALLY big...), and when I took the right, I saw his truck, but he was doing about 10 mph in traffic, and I made sure, like a good cyclist, to hug the inside curb, and in no way was blocking his progress. He honked his horn, I wave, at which point, he gets right beside me, flips me off, and then proceeds to try and smash me between his truck, and the curb.

Now, that's not going to work. I have brakes on my bike, please. So I hit the brakes, and go left to get around him on the other side. He goes left, to block that route. We do this little fandango for about 2 minutes, and then, he decides to go all out redneck on me, and try and BACKUP OVER ME, AND MY BIKE.

Well, that's not going to work either, I hop up on the sidewalk (at this point, I was really going over the fight scenario in my head, but I thought he might have a gun), and pull out my cellphone. Mouth the words "I'm calling the police". Awesome, he pulls his out, rolls his window down, and says "fine, I'm calling them too!". Which I guess is like anti-matter, automatically cancels my call? Whatever.

Anyway, they tell me to pull into the parking lot right behind me, and apparently told him to do the same thing We had a brief exchange of words in the parking lot, one of those exchanges included him saying that he was going to put his foot up my ass, me getting off my bike and throwing my backpack down, and him getting back in the truck (not much without the cage, a?). Anyway, I chilled out by the time the cops got there. They got his take on the story, which was actually 100% accurate. He did leave out the part where he tried to run me over, however. So when they ask me, I mention that part, that yes, this guy was actively trying to run me over. Here's the almost exact transcript of what the police (there were two of them) asked the white truckguy, and his responses:

Officer 1: Is it true what he says, that you were trying to run him over with your vehicle?
White Truckguy: Damn straight I did! He shouldn't be in the f***ing road with that thing! F*** him!
Both Officer 1 & 2: *drop heads and shaking them...
Officer 1: Sir, you just can't do that.
White Truckguy: Incredulous look at me, when he realized he is going to jail.

Hopefully he learned a valuble lesson about cyclist, and their rights on the road. I know he got a ticket for reckless driving, which in this state, is about as bad as a DUI. One year suspended license, have to take a driving course class which you have to pay for, serve 48 hours in jail, insurance goes through the roof, the works.