I'll never forget the night I was cycling home from a bar, quite inebriated, and was passed with plenty of space (this was on a stroad) by a convertible (driven by a drunkard who'd just left the same bar) at high speed. Just after the car passed, my eye discerned in the dark another drunkard who just happened to have been crossing the road (not in an "official" crossing) right then. The car couldn't have missed him by more than six inches, and neither the pedestrian nor the driver even noticed. Holy shit.