Today, when riding home, I got ran off the road by some tool in a stupid, double-wide, big, white pick’em up truck. I was coming down Esplanade and he was parked on the side of the road with his lights on and his front end slanted way out in the road. I knew he was about to pull out but I saw him sitting there for a good 45 seconds or so as I was approaching, like he was waiting for me to pass. Instead, just as I ride by, he guns it and flys out into the street. I swerved to avoid him and he gunned it AGAIN and this time I kind of grazed off the side of his truck. At first I thought it was an honest mistake and I shouted “whoah!” but then I saw him laughing. LAUGHING. The fucker almost killed me and thought it was a hoot.