Just before mile nine a car passed me so close I touched it. He had just came around a corner and the road was snow covered so he was traveling fairly slow. It was fully light out. I was on the white line and he yielded me no space. Without even fully extending my right arm I reached out and dragged my fingers across his passenger front and rear windows. He jerked the wheel towards the center of the road almost losing control. I smiled and said to myself, "the poor bastard, just trying to get to work and he's got assholes like me fucking with him." But then I though how easily he could have killed me or put me in a wheelchair...so I didn't feel so bad. He got what he deserved and hopefully a lap full of hot coffee.