welcome to almost every one of my rides here in the outer burbs of Houston. In my case it's almost always either a suburban mom on the cell phone or the dude in the white F 150 pick em up with the jacked up wheels.

Just try to be safe- I spend a lot of time muttering imprecations and calling people a hholes. I also have a whole selection of made up songs about A holes. I also mutter blow it up your A at those who honk at me.

I have learned to not let it rattle me or influence my enjoyment of my ride but it takes energy and patience.

hang in there and believe deeply in Karma.