Like most cyclists, I’ve had my fair share of close calls with car drivers. Most of the close calls are accidental, comprising of left and right hooks, car doors, and similar things. I usually just give a hearty “HEY HEY HEY!” and let those incidents go, thanking my lucky stars that my defensive biking skills saved my life, yet again.
Occasionally a driver tries to hit me or scare me. I’ve been ran into a rock wall by a dump truck in eastern Oregon, ran into a guardrail and almost flipped off a bridge by a truck in Massachusetts, ran into a ditch in Iowa, and honked at and buzzed more times than I can count. Those drivers were all trying to scare and possibly kill me, and no doubt felt perfectly justified in dehumanizing me. However, it wasn’t until today that I had a chance to have a discussion with one of these guys right after he threatened me with his weapon of choice, a minivan.