So, I'm near my home, just past twilight. I'm riding nearby a bowling club and see a car pull up to the road and then stop. You know, the whole 'check to see if anyone is coming' business. I take good notice of this, and have it in my head that there is a car wanting to get onto the road. I'm at a distance where any driver who is awake (Hell, even half asleep) would wait for me. I was also able to see the fellow look at the road, which made me think 'Ah, he's seen me. No worries'. But no. His green Volvo lurches forward with the pace of a legless sloth. I brake, leave a few rubbery marks on the road and end up stopping my Enfield about a metre from his car. If he had decided to turn onto the road with more than his little toe on the gas, my braking would have been fine, and just left me with a few small disgruntled thoughts. And he would have been far away. Instead this fellow decides to stop his effing Volvo mid turn, after I'd stopped. He was covering the lines on the road. By now, I'm pretty disgruntled. Holding my tongue. I should have rode off, but he wound down his window (still in the middle of the road, still stopped mid turn) and hollered out 'I didn't see you there! My brother had a bike like that in the sixties! I wouldn't ride myself, it looks too dangerous.' I was fuming too much to reply. I just stared. It could have been a second, could have been ten. This arsehat saw me, cut into my lane (me having right of way), stopped, didn't realise he'd nearly killed me, and then had the audacity to tell me about his brother having a bike in the sixties and that motorcycling was too dangerous for him! WTF? He drove off with a wave, and told me to 'Take care of yourself on that that machine'. I shall avoid bowling clubs from now on.