I was riding up Park Avenue, NYC, just south of the PanAm building, one day about 50 years ago when a pedestrian in front of me in the crosswalk began behaving like a squirrel in front of an approaching car, darting first one way and then another. I moved one way, back again, etc., until, finally, I slammed on the brakes, skidded, and stopped right in front of the guy. He fell over, without my making contact, ripping off my shirt pocket as he did so.
We did not exchange a word, but if looks could kill we’d have both been dead meat!
In retrospect, of course, I should have slowed down or just stopped. Was young and foolish, etc.
But it is a memory that still makes me realize how maneuverable, nimble, a bicycle is. Nowadays, when walking, and one approaches, I just stop. Sometimes, from behind, I’ll hear an “On your left!” I just stop dead, rather than trying to move out of the way to the right. By the time I have figured out which way to move to avoid the cyclist, he/she’s long gone.