I had one of those moments a couple of days ago. I had left the shopping centre with my homebrew needs for the next few weeks, and was travelling along a 50 road. A road entered to the left, and when I was pretty close, some bastard came out in front of me. What gets to me is that he looked me in the eye before he decided to pull out. I had to brake hard to avoid collecting him. But this time, I was in the cage, and it was a bike I nearly ran over.