Originally Posted by EnigManiac

I have a million stories about close encounters with motorists, cycling in a city with more than a million cyclists, 250,000 (approx) whom are year-round, but more than 5 million motorists. One of my favourite instances happened this past spring when a vehicle bolted from a side-street right in front of me during his right-hand turn. I was forced to slam on my brakes to avoid becoming part of his rear door. Apparently, he didn't appreciate my single-finger salute nor the intimate body-part I referred to him as, so he slowed down to prevent me from going fast (???). I ride a replica 50's style cruiser that is rather heavy and not very fast (but, boy does it look and ride nice). With a grin, I rode behind him, not letting him know he was travelling at my regular cruising speed. And then an idea occured to me, I took out my Nokia video-phone and began recording his antics while not making it look obvious that I was recording him and his license plate. I then pretended to try to pass him, making the fist-shaking, red-faced moron swerve all over the road to prevent me from getting around him. I kept on recording him crossing the solid double yellow lines right over to the parked cars in the opposite direction (!) and finally at the next light where he was now turning left and gesturing to me to fight him or something, I smiled at him and showed him my video-phone, remarking what marvelous inventions they were; how not only could they take pictures and video clips, but how they could also be sent to places like a police station with text-captioning and everything. While he sat gaping at me, I then phoned the police and advised a drunk-driver was weaving all over the road, from curb to curb, seemingly attempting to injur other motorists and cyclists. I described his car and the license plate number as well as the direction and street he was traveling on. I even offered the video evidence should they need it. The look on this guy's face was absolutely priceless. Every drop of blood drained from his cheeks. I had to stop a few meters away because I was laughing so hard.

The cops never called me (likely because he wasn't drunk), but I'll bet he received a visit and I'll wager he thinks before pulling more bone-head stunts like that again. Camera/video phones are a cyclists best friend.