Gray Buick

My invisibility cloak (a.k.a. my bike with flashing rear light and forward head light) struck today. Riding home from work after dark, in the approximate 2 blocks of road I have to ride (luckily I have an almost entirely trail commute to work) near the end I got cut off by a buick trying to cross a busy road (which I was riding on) from a side street.
I figured he'd do it about 50 feet ahead of time, and sure enough there he crept out. So I took my out and turned right (causing me to be heading in the same direction he was in front of him). He slowed as I turned and I gave him a friendly wave (seriously, no middle finger, just a wave).

This kind of driver error actually doesn't make me mad. It's the jerks who come up on me with their horn blaring at a steady 45mph that make me mad.

But it sure would be nice if everyone would spend a week riding a bike on the roads: Maybe it'd teach them to see cyclists.