Fat Bitch Damn Near Ran Me Over So I finally get out for a decent length ride after having been forced to take an extended break from my bike.  It's a nice sunny day for a change as well, so I am enjoying the fresh air, minding my own business, in the bike lane, having a good time, etc. Then I see a 10,000 solar masses hog beast up ahead in her minivan.  This bitch was huge.  She'd definitely eaten at least three whole people since breakfast.  Handicap permit is dangling in the rear view mirror, of course.  Right next to her in the passenger seat is a little dwarf planet.  She's signaling a turn that takes her into my path, but oncoming traffic isn't permitting her to go yet.  As I'm passing her going the opposite direction, a gap in motor traffic opens up, but of course I'm there by that time and I've got the right of way.  I'm in the middle of crossing by the road she's wanting to turn onto, but the bitch was having none of it.  She looked right at me and went for the turn.  I squeezed both brakes but it was too late.  Thankfully, she had a change of heart, because she screeched to a halt about 3 feet short of hitting me.  I wanted to curse her out, but not with the kid there, and definitely not with her still able to run me over if she changed her mind again.  So I just kept going. How fucking entitled do you have to be to pull that kind of shit?  She looked right fucking at me before doing it.  We locked eyes.  What the fuck?!