Last week, riding east on College Ave., a large semi-cab passed within six inches of me as I was riding east. It then proceeded to pull back into the east lane so that I was in danger of being sideswiped by the truck's trailer. I ran off the road to avoid being hit. Fortunately, the stoplight at U.S. 33 was red so the truck had to stop, and I caught up with it. I went to the driver's cab and pounded on his door to get his attention while telling him that in Indiana it is a crime to pass closer than three feet to any cyclist. He ignored me for the first 30 seconds, but finally looked down contemptuously and muttered something about not caring what I said.
I took down one number I saw on the side of the truck before he drove off, but I could have gotten much more detailed information as to his identity had I thought to simply get out my phone and take a picture of his license plate, his company and the phone number to call if there is a problem. That would have been the far wiser decision, because I'm sure the number I memorized will not identify this truck.