I hate bicyclists. They cause me more stress than politics, I swear. The following passes through my head nearly every time I meet one:
"What the heck are you doing on this road you stupid freak! This is only the narrowest, curviest, most dangerous road in all of Lane County. Share the road? You have to be kidding me; there isn't enough road to share. Oh crap, I can't get in the other lane there's a log truck coming. Which to hit, which to hit... Well I can tell you right now I'm not going for the head on with a log truck. Ok bicyclist, If you get hit it's YOUR fault for riding your bike on this road that is barely big enough for me and the log truck! But dang... I know it's going to ruin my life if I kill some poor, stupid, pathetic cyclist. What is this stupid idiot doing!"
Then I squeeze my eyes shut, grasp the steering wheel, and slide through, just barely missing both the log truck and the retarded bicyclist.
Oh how I hate bicyclists.