Six months ago, maybe 5 in the morning. At a stop sign ready to turn left and head up the hill on a street called Gladstone. Not busy at that hour. I waited for a car to pass from my left, coming down the hill. When he was safely past me, I pushed off and started to clip in my left foot. Easing out onto Gladstone, when, out of nowhere, there is just the subtlest movement in my left-side peripheral vision. I immediately slam on my brakes and turn to my left, just as a guy on an old ten-speed with no lights and no reflectors and no reflective clothing and no helmet screams past me probably doing 30 mph. I wanted to scream at him, but I was too scared. That's my closest call not involving a vehicle. I wish the cops would stop these guys and write them up.