Interesting timing on this thread. I haven't had an incident with a cage in a long while, but today was my day
Riding beside a bus on my left in moderately heavy traffic, I'd kept to the right of my lane (centre lane) and behind the car on the right, so was in a relatively safe position for some time. As the car in front of me got further enough ahead, I increased speed to move up beside the car's window (trying to keep the time I'm transitioning between being behind and clear and right beside the passenger window and clearly visible to a minimum). The car driver swerved into my lane right at that moment. No indicator, no mirror check, no head check. Just a swerve into the lane I was in.
I jumped on the anchors and moved as far left as I dared (the bus looking bigger and bigger all the time). I remember bracing my elbow and knee out on the right (like I'm going to hold a car off my bike with a knee

) and part of my brain measured the distance and "I could kick his car" flitted through the part of my head that wasn't concentrating on avoiding and stopping

I didn't kick - didn't want to unsteady myself or distract myself from getting out of the way.
From behind him, there was some horn action (I need air horns installed) and a few vigourous arm and hand gestures. I got a similar gesture in return. Pulled up beside him at the lights and had a little chat with the bloke. I told him he nearly killed me and he should look before he changes lanes. He yelled back that he didn't see me. I told him I knew he didn't see me, but that if he had actually fucking looked, he would've. He then said that he only saw me behind him and asked what my problem was. I told him that I was beside him when he moved across lanes, and only just managed to stop in time to end up behind him and not under his car. He told me he didn't see me and to fuck off.
I felt the adrenalin pump through my arms. I very much wanted to reach through the car window and slam his head into his arsehole the long way round. I took a breath and realised I had many options to choose from, and that escalating is never the smart option. So I said to him a little sadly "Is that how it is? You nearly kill me, and instead of a 'sorry mate', or a 'shit, I didn't look', I get a 'fuck off'. You scared the crap out of me and all I did was tell you about it" then I just looked at him. He looked down and then said "I'm sorry". I said "No worries. Ya reckon you could use your mirrors or turn your head next time? That would be good thanks mate".
I let him keep his mirror

And I filtered to the front and went on with my day
