A post by the increasingly excellent cycling blog, at war with the motorist discusses how good a driver most people are: Good enough to stay alive, but nowhere near as good as they think they are, the same is true of people's perception of themselves as lovers and investors. The reason is that there is no feedback when driving is concerned. You don't notice, as a car driver, when you drive too close to a cyclist, pull out on an approaching car, change lanes on a motorcyclist or otherwise discombobulate another road user. Therefore, you have no data points which cause you to conclude that you're a fucking liability.
By definition, if they did not see or did not recognise, the driver will never have been aware of the situation. They will reach their destination assuming that they had done a great job, oblivious to the bad driving that had been recorded. That’s probably what happened in 52 out of the Monash group’s 54 “events”.This of course tallies with my experience as a cyclist, in which I've found the two most consistently dangerous classes of driver: Women in big cars and men in white vans. The former just look blankly when you tap on the window to ask "do you realise you nearly killed me back there?" (perhaps they're paralysed by the justifiable fear that I'm about to kill them); and the latter are just ignorant thugs who don't like having their aggressive incompetence pointed out. there is always the same reaction "Get a car". Such wit. Funnily enough the "Boy racer" cares about his car enough to not want it bent, and thinks about his driving a lot. I've never been scared of or by them when cycling, and the oft-cited London Taxi driver is fine, so long as you give them a wide bearth and assume they're always about to throw a U turn.
And when the driver does finally notice that they have just been in a near collision, they can congratulate themselves for having the skill to have avoided an actual collision.Thus reassured of their own driving skills, on the few occasions when they do get some feedback, they find ways to dismiss it.
I know I'm a crap driver. I detest driving. That's why, most of the time, I'm safe and when I'm not, I apologise.