I sadly have to report that I had numerous encounter with cars at a very uncomfortable distance to my body
When I was younger and had worse impulse control, some fool in a sports car blasted through the zebra crossing I was in, missing me by less than a foot, only to stop a few feet from me because there was a stationary queue of traffic ahead of him (so why go through the zebra crossing at all?). So I kicked out one of his tail lights, kicked off his driver’s side wing mirror, and when he tried to get out of the car, repeatedly kicked the door shut on his ankle each time he’d try to open it. At some point, he realised I was not only much larger than him but also much crazier, and drove on (the queue had cleared by then). Ah, the days before there were ubiquitous cameras!
When I was younger and had worse impulse control, some fool in a sports car blasted through the zebra crossing I was in, missing me by less than a foot, only to stop a few feet from me because there was a stationary queue of traffic ahead of him (so why go through the zebra crossing at all?). So I kicked out one of his tail lights, kicked off his driver’s side wing mirror, and when he tried to get out of the car, repeatedly kicked the door shut on his ankle each time he’d try to open it. At some point, he realised I was not only much larger than him but also much crazier, and drove on (the queue had cleared by then). Ah, the days before there were ubiquitous cameras!