Near miss: Cedar Street and 25A
I was riding from my home at the time (near Stony Brook Village) to the university campus by way of Cedar St. It was in the fall and approximately 6pm (dark that time of year).
I had front and rear blinky lights on my bike and a massive headlamp strapped to my helmet. I waited to the light to change at the intersection with 25A, and when it changed I started to cross the road.
About halfway across, some knucklehead driving a Big Ol’ Truck ran his red light. I dove towards the far side of the street and he narrowly missed me. I looked back at him and his windows were down. I shouted, “Red lights ***cking mean stop, **shole!” or something to that effect. My adrenaline was pumping and I he started to get out of the truck, presumably to fight me. Then he looked over my shoulder and saw the police car at the train station, thought better of his actions and sped way after telling me to ***k myself.