To the moron (for I can't really think of any other epithet to hang on the shoulders of this idiot) who was leaving the TA hall in NTR, last night, about 21:10.
That bright light coming towards you was travelling at about 20mph.
There was a human being behind that bright light, me!
I was still travelling at that speed when you looked, saw me and decided to cross the road anyway. Luckily for you, I started slowing right then.
So lets say I am now travelling at 15mph. You reach the car you want to get into (as a passenger, the lights of the car are on, engine running so I am guessing Mater or Pater were driving). This would not be a good point to open the door, really, would it?
Oh, of course that is what you do!
Opening it wider, right now, would be a really really bad idea, wouldn't it? Especially as I am now only a short distance from you, pulling wide as I can and slowing more as I have realised what a moron you are!
Oh! There we go, door fully opened, into the path of the cyclist, who you have clearly seen but chosen to ignore.
Do you then wonder why a) you had the door slammed on you and b) I called you a fucking stupid moron?
In case you are wondering, I hurt my hand but other than that I am fine, thanks. I didn't ruin my ride, just took a little of the shine off.