My most notorious incident with a motorist I've come to call "The Screwdriver Man". I was halfway through my regular morning commute, stopped at a red light that has a shared straight/right turn lane with a green right arrow, then a solid green for both straight/right traffic. Goofy light. I had tried staying to the right, then some car inevitably would try to turn right into me. I tried staying left, then I'd get trapped in the middle of the road by straight through traffic to my right. So after several months I had resolved to sit in the middle of the lane during the right green arrow no matter how many cars behind me wanted to turn right.

One rainy morning I'm first in line at the green arrow. I hear some yelling behind me, some guy telling me to get the F out of the way. I sit there. I'm sort of monitoring the situation, then the guy pops out of the van, big old hairy long-haired wild looking dude, with a screwdriver in each hand, coming toward me! I drop my bike and run to the sidewalk. We exchange verbal tirades. The screwdriver man gets back in his van. I come up to the driver in front of him and ask if he will be my witness and he responds, "Will you shut up, I have nuns in the back" . . . huh? . . . Screwdriver man then pulls around and throws a 2 liter bottle out of his window and spits, more profanity. I retreat further to the sidewalk to dodge the bottle. Then someone pulls up to my bob trailer and steals my dufflebag!

Resolution: Police recover my dufflebag 5 blocks away in the middle of the street, only thing missing is the keys, so because they also could have my home address from my wallet, I have to call my wife and tell her a crazed madman may be on the way. I had the license plate, so police visit screwdriver man and call me in for a photo lineup and charge him with assault, theft, and driving with a suspended license.