+1 on the yelling. I also stangely find the yelling to be theraputic. On more than a few occasions the drivers have stopped dead in their tracks... therefore the job was achieved. I've had a few people get pissed off at me. One person yelled back, that he saw me. Never mind that he was slowly rolling through a stop sign and appeared to be at a colision course with me. I don't care. I'd wrather yell once to many times than be hit again.

I guess it helps that I was born with a 50 ft whisper. When I used to teach at a pool I was always the one that would talk to all the parents as I never had a problem being hear. I don't hesitate to yell stop (sometimes followed by a few other colorful words if they start to cut me off)... I KNOW they can hear me. Never assume you will get the right of way, but I shure make it clear that I WILL take the right of way.

Some drivers are complete a**holes, and sometimes they "win." For example - earlier this week, I linep up in the middle of the lane I wear high-cis clothing, my PB Superflash is practically blinding the driver behind me, I have my left arm streached out to CLEARLY indicating my desire to turn... Yet a drivers pulled hisr car right in the middle of the street crossing over a DOUBLE yellow line (his car was dead center on the line) and insisted on lining up to the left of me to turn left. I can not possibly imagine what goes on in the mind of those drivers. Maybe their learned to drive in Rome (IT) where I have seen the craziest stuff ever. This driver was clearly out of touch with any possible resemblance to reasonable driving that just let him go first. I somehow don't think this driver would have had a problem hitting me it I got any more in their way. I just hope that one of these day a cop goes by and sees a drivers like that and writes them a tickets.

Happy riding,
André