Fog lights irritate the hell out of me; I often flash oncoming drivers giving them increasingly urgent flashes as they approach. Mrs Gti shouts at me when I do it but I enjoy annoying the stupid barstewards as much as they annoy me. Bad driving, I know.
On one of my very infrequent winter night rides a couple of years ago, I was descending Scout Road towards Mytholmroyd through the woods - this steep narrow road...
I was wearing a hi-viz jacket, and had a headtorch and front light switched on. I heard a car coming round the bend below me so I slowed down and suddenly (what turned out to be) a big 4x4 came shooting round the bend with both headlamps on full beam plus two ultra-bright fog lights. (It wasn't foggy!) I was instantly blinded and had to emergency brake to a stop, unable to see where I was on the road.
The car stopped about 5 metres in front of me, lights still blazing away. I did my usual headtorch-down-flicking gesture which 99% of drivers immediately understand as a request to dip their lights and obey. The idiot driver just sat there burning away what was left of my retinas.
I shielded my eyes from the glare. No response. I pointed at the lights, then my eyes, then the ground. No response. I waited. No response. It became quite evident that we were going nowhere fast so I dismounted and slowly walked my bike down to the car. When I drew alongside I tapped on the side window. It lowered. Before I could say anything, the driver asked me why I'd been standing there in the middle of the road when there was a car coming the other way!
It's probably better not to repeat what I said in reply...
