Just this morning, on my way to work, as I was making a right to Dela Costa from Makati Avenue, I was carefully watching out for a bicycle rider in front of me who refused to give way despite a few light taps of the horn to tell him of my intention several meters before reaching the corner (there are a lot of these morons in the morning who think Makati Avenue is a bicycle park and hog lanes despite traffic building up behind them). My vehicle had its signal light on, I was on the crest of the curve with part of my nose already turned right, when a motorcycle, out of nowhere, forced its way on my right side! It was a low profile underbone, shorter than most bikes. It forced itself on my right, then I saw it stop abruptly and then scoot off. That momentary stop caused my heart to leap because I felt he scratched me. Sure enough, upon reaching my office parking, a cursory look revealed a hairline scratch on my right fender

And, to add insult to injury, the motorcycle had a "For Registration" plate instead of the legal one.

And people wonder why I'm pissed at motorcycle riders.