Still here

I came within less than a foot of being hit by a car this morning, while riding my bike across a pedestrian crossing. All of the other cars had stopped - why did one car feel it wasn't necessary to stop for me until it became clear we were on a collision course? Actually, he already had stopped at the crossing, but then decided to hit the gas, apparently anticipating that he could zip on through before those pesky pedestrians crossed in front of his car. Not only was he wrong about that, but he merely gave me a wave when I glared at him. Grrrrr.