Originally Posted by BikeSaginaw

I'm starting to think someone put a hex on me. Yesterday, when I was riding down Michigan Ave., a contractor was talking to somebody in a van, which was stopped in the middle of the road, as people are wont to do in our fine city. I was passing on the left, in the left turn lane, so as not to interrupt their conversation. As I got near them, the contractor turned to walk away, carelessly swinging a hammer or whatever he was holding as he did so. I did a "whoa, whoa, whoa" type thing when I was a good four feet away, but he almost got me. He shouted what seemed to be a sincere apology as I rode away. About a block later, his friend, texting, almost hit me. He too shouted what seemed to be a sincere apology. Then, today, as I was riding, a tree service truck was parked half in the road and half in someone's lawn, as they are wont to do in our fine city, instead of using the driveway, and as I passed one of them popped out from in front of the truck (where he wasn't visible), wandering into the road while starting his chainsaw. Almost got me. Once again, a sincere-sounding apology was offered. I think next contractor or tree trimmer or lawn service guy I see, I'm turning around and riding the other way.