You never have the right of way when passing.
Out for a nice morning ride, other than a big truck passing pretty darn close, it was pleasant as all get out. Then heading south on the second narrows bridge I was trying to stay in the linear shadow created by the east railing of the path. In other words I was riding close to dead straight on the far left. There's no space to pass on the left but about 8 ft of space to the right. Some Yahoo in Escape Velocity Jersey comes up behind me and yelps"On the left". I call back there's lots of space on the right.
He's adamant and as supposed to passing me or just ignoring the old fart (me). Tells me I am doing it the wrong way. Woman with him calls me a selfish prick.
I am grateful I passed anger management, by the hair of my chinny chin chin, bad things happen to know it alls who can't cope with others who are not living according to the know it alls' rules.
Lesson: if you are going to be a dick don't wear your club jersey.