had a somewhat close call today: a gray car startred to pass me, but then slowed so it was pacing me. For a moment I thought perhaps she wanted to open the window and say something, but instead the entire car started to crowd me over as she started to turn into a driveway. I yelled Hey or something quite loud and she either noticed that or perhaps noticed the bike next to her and stopped. I ended up veering up onto the driveway a bit and coming back down over the curb.

I can't imagine the degree of inattention at play here. She never even passed me entirely, so she couldn't have thought she got by with enough room/time for a turn. It was on an uphill stretch, so I wasn't going fast enough to come out of nowhere.

No cell phone in evidence, so I'll blame it on Monday Morning Coma Syndrome