Just back from a ride and must ask questions for which I know there are no answers:
Why do certain folks, the kind who in my father's parlance could only be called "yahoos," think it's super funny to yell randomly as they pass cyclists in cars? Nothing at all useful or even particularly hostile, just human grunting like "Awooohaaa!" Loud. Just as they pass, in the moment calibrated to be most startling to the rider. While shopping at, say, Target, would they run up to random strangers and scream "Booga, booga, booga!"? I kind of think not, though I'd like to try it on them sometime.
Yeah, I hammered really hard to try and catch up to them, not that I have any idea what I would have said had I caught them. In hindsight I'd like to think I might have said something like, "Hey, that can be really startling to cyclists, who btw are already in a nerve-wracking situation simply by sharing the road with vehicular tonnage. Please try to be more considerate in the future." But I'm fairly sure that in the heat of the moment I might have said something A LOT closer to "What the %$#@ are you about?!"
Also, people who honk their horns unnecessarily, especially those who issue a "friendly" honk just to make cyclists aware of their looming presence—duh, like we could possibly forget about the cars relentlessly buzzing by—should be assessed a charge, like the fee we were charged by the LAPD when our house alarm was triggered by wind and they responded because we couldn't be reached by phone.
One more thing. Why do overly cautious drivers—and I do appreciate cautious drivers, I do, but we're talking about drivers so cautious they're actually dangerous—refuse to turn right at a signal, in apparent deference to cyclists' safety, until we're actually ready to cross? I could be standing beside my bike, swigging water, making direct, friendly eye contact, and nodding go ahead to the overly cautious driver the entire time the light is red, and they still WILL NOT turn given myriad traffic-permitting opportunities. But the moment that light turns green, with the walk signal ablaze and me clicked in and poised to cross, they invariably find their courage and, without so much as a glance, cut me off mid-crank.
Thank you. I feel better now. It really was a lovely ride after all.