It STILL baffles me why a motorist will pull as close as possible to your rear wheel and then lay on the horn....especially when I'm not even blocking their path. It seems that just the mere presence of me on a bicycle on the road inflames them.
Despite several really rude drivers, I had a lovely relaxed errand run to the LBS for a few bike adjustments, a lovely sandwich on fresh baked bread at PureBread Cafe, a sunset ride through herds of Canada Geese, a bit of shopping, and then a briskly-cold invigorating ride home in the dark.
I'm beginning to think that the rage that is always just below the surface of motorists has to be a reaction they don't want to admit that more and more people are biking for health and economy and environmental issues and it's the motorists who at some level of consciousness are realizing the degree of excess and waste they are inflicting on the nation and ultimately the world.
Even a decade ago, it was mostly the hardcore roadies that were on the roads in less than "perfect" weather but now, people of all shapes and sizes and wearing anything they like are biking and biking seriously in their own way.
That's a wonderful thing and if enough of us continue to do it and entice others to do it with us, things will change.
That's what I was was trying to think about after the GREAT HORN BLAST behind me when what I really wanted to think about was a dozens forms of painful torture I wanted to inflict on the driver.
But now I am home with my hot chocolate topped with a mountain of whipped cream purchased three miles from here and lovingly carried home in my beautiful panneirs on my beautiful bike. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Here's to getting whipped cream on your nose when drinking deep from Double Dutch Hot Chocolate.



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