The latest idiot to apparently 'not see' the fluorescent clad rider of a bike sporting lights bright enough to cause retinal damage just got a rather loud lesson in vulgarity. The C, W, M, 2 B's and lots of F's were enough to get him to stop and back up along side me. Apparently my lights weren't on when he pulled out and that's 'all he had to say'. I begged to differ with one finally B and graciously waved him on his way.