Every single morning commute I come across at least one or two instances where I’d be dead if I wasn’t more alert. When I’m on the ball it’s no sweat. You see it coming so far off and you expect it so much that when it finally happens, you just calmly carry out your avoidance plan and that’s that. Cars randomly change lanes with no warning or blinker all the time. They slam on their brakes unexpectedly, cut you off, turn right from the left lane…they never run out of ideas. Not expecting it is just foolish.
It’s funny, but when I’m on a bike I have this weird temporary hatred for cars, this pessimistic outlook on everything, expecting the worst from everybody. Kinda like this (Rated NSFW on account of all the F#$%ing swearing):
Aww yeah, I bet you’re gonna try to rush past me in the right lane and then force your way in when it merges down to the left lane in 100 ft, yeah I bet you are cause you’re a dirty car, aren’t you, yeah you’re just a selfing punk and you’re gonna do…awww you did it! I KNEW IT! YOU COCKSUCKER I KNEW YOU WERE GON….err hi….didn’t see you there…