It's usually the guys in the Hummer's getting accosted by the bikers! Anyhow, I think you won that exchange!

Riding my bike home last night, I was accosted
by a belligerent Hummer driving bigot. (H3)

Where I live, on some of the roads, there is a middle lane that we call the 'turning lane' that lies between the normal 'directional lanes.'

I find that, at night especially, this is the safest place to ride my bike because it allows me to be most visable, and also to have the best view of whatever traffic happens to be happening behind me as well as before me.

My head is always on a swivel, and, being an adult with a drivers license, have become quite adept at staying out of the way of cars.

When I first got my license, almost a decade ago, my bike was almost entirely forgotten because driving is "so much more efficient." But over the last few years it has been rediscovered by yours truely as a most wonderful means of trasportation.

Its cheap, surprisingly fast, fun and healthy
(my once hard-to-get-on pants are now my hard-to-keep-on pants:)

I especially enjoy the heightened knowledge of traffic patterns that were probably lacked as a child.

Anyway, my point is, I know what I'm doing when I'm riding, and I know what cars are doing too.

So I was cruising down the center of one of the most brightly lit streets in Dearborn, MI when I looked behind me to see two cars approching from behind. As they get nearer to me I drift to my left; just to ensure that I'm allowing enough room for even the most erratic driver to pass me by without hitting me.

I keep looking back at them and they seem to be taking an abnormaly long time to pass me. I see a big black H3 just behind me and to my right drifting into the turn lane getting uncomfortably close. Thinking that maybe he was wanting to use the turn lane to turn, and since there wasn't any oncoming traffic, I moved over to the far left lane going the 'wrong' way--
something I am also apt to do.

Apparently he didn't want to turn because he went back into the right lane, and I never saw a turn signal either. Seeing this, I returned to the turn lane and heard him revvvv his engine a bit to get next to me and I heard him yell something about how I should be on the sidewalk.

"Does it look like I'm walking?" was my smiling reply.

"I didn't see you there I almost hit you!" He was screaming at me.

I'm 6'5, wearing a bright red hooded sweatshirt on a very adequately illuminated stretch of street.
(Pretty hard to miss).
Not to mention, I was completely aware of what was going on around me.

Swiveling head etc.

"You didn't almost hit me. I saw you there the whole time," said I.

"F**k if I didn't almost hit you!" (im no sure it that talking enginsh good or not?)

"You don't know what your talking about."

"Why don't you go in front of me, and I WILL hit you!"

"I....don't want you to hit me?!"

I'm amazed at how quickly the whole thing escallated.
We were 'barrelling" down the road yelling at each other.

(However fast a bike barrels)

There was a car behind him being held up because he just had to have it out with me.

At one point I asked him, "how many miles per gallon to you get with that monstrosity?!"
That kind of shut him up actually.

"My mileage is infinate!!!"

In my mind I had triumphed.

I turned off onto the street to which I had been headed.

Happy is my heart to have been involved in a battle beween a bike and a beast of excess.

Two extremes entangled in confrontation.

I understand that I probably gave him a scare.

I think he was drunk. He hit the curb a few times, and like I said, I'm a tall man who always wears a red hoody. If he didn't see me, it was due to his poor powers of perception, not my disregard for personal safety (which, I admit, IS a thing).

I take risks on my bike because I'm free to do so!!!

I don't know the laws pertaining to biking, nor do I care to. I assume that there are none :)

It's no one's buisiness what I do on my bike but mine.