There is no worse feeling than getting stuck in that small space just behind the bus in summertime, heat pouring off the bus's rear mounted condenser, exhaust trailing in the air, and no room to slip by on the right.
There is no better feeling than dropping the bus on a sprint to a yellow light, and leaving it, idling, behind you.
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One place worse. Behind a garbage truck. I was on the road alone and came up to a garbage truck. At the same time cars appeared coming the opposite direction. The bike lane was suddenly filled with garbage men and cans. Either ride into the back the truck or into traffic or hop a curb and hit the sidewalk. I hopped.
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