I was cruising along Mt. Seymour Parkway yesterday when out of one of the subdivision's side streets comes Mr. Mercedes flyin'.
I am in the right lane and he's looking right at me as he merges right into my front wheel!
I nearly lay the bike down in an enormous evasion maneuver; fortunately no traffic left of me or I'd be squashed.
I followed this fucker all the way down to Cad Tire and ripped him a new one.
I told him he has to yield coming out of sidestreets onto main roads, I told I had no protection from tanks like his when people like him do stupid things (giving the roof a good whack with my armoured glove for emphasis). I reiterated, very pointedly, he had to yield to oncoming traffic when entering an arterial road.
His explanation? "I thought you'd move into the other lane when you saw me coming." Can you fuckin' believe that? As my wife said, "What, the Red Sea is supposed to part whenever Mr. Mercedes comes through?" I told that SOB if he was 1 day under 40 I would beat his ass right then and there. I slammed his car door shut violently and rode off.
I was so pissed off I had to go to a friend's house in North Van to cool off for a while before riding home.
This is NOT normal behaviour for me, at 37 years of age, which gives you an idea how close it really was.