...with his truck. I played hookey from church this morning (I know, I know) and decided to get a nice bicycle ride in. I was riding my normal route doing about 20 mph when some bozo backed right out in front of me. I shouted but he just kept coming.
The thing that saved me was that he cut the wheel to establish himself in my lane. I was able to get over on the the yellow lines but I still had to push off of the back of his truck with my hand or he would have run me over. I banged my hand on his truck twice real loud and shouted again and he finally stopped. It all took place in about 2 seconds and as I went by his window about 12 inches away I heard him exclaim "OH POOP!" (<-- clean edit). He had no idea I was there and I think I scared him almost as much as he scared me.
I didn't stop I just kept going because you never know how someone will react. I didn't look back and he never passed me so I'm guessing he pulled back in his driveway and took a few moments to calm down. About a half mile later I turned down another country road and headed for home. I don't have a scratch and I'm glad I didn't hurt my wrist/arm pushing off of his truck. It was pretty close though.