I’m using this picture of my cat Ted in an outfit Trisha bought him to balance the mood of this post. How can one stay mad when Bumble Bee Ted is right there? And I’m using the title “Hopping Mad” because it sounds old fashioned and much nicer than the string of expletives running through my head.
These people are really starting to get to me.
The people in cars who honk at me. I was honked at twice on my way home, both times on a sweet neighborhood one-way street (the same street where that guy ran me off the road last week). The first was a blonde woman in a BMW. There was a car directly in front of me, I was going the same speed as that car, she was directly behind me – and she honked. As if I was holding her up?? Completely illogical. I turned around and bellowed: “WHAT???!” No reaction and soon she turned off the street.
A few blocks later I was going through an intersection and an SUV sped up behind me and honked as he passed. That was too much for me: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, [BADDING WORDHOLE]?!” The people enjoying an alfresco dinner on the corner stared. I caught up with him at the stop sign, waved my arms and said, “Why did you do that?” He rolled down his window and said, “You ought not to be in the road like that.” So patronizing and, um, wrong! “Bikes are allowed on the road by law.” And he started driving off, which really pissed me off: “I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE IN THE ROAD JUST AS MUCH AS YOU LOOK IT UP BUDDY AND THANKS FOR BEING SUCH A GENTLEMAN!”
sigh. Yes, I turned into a raving lunatic. Usually, I pride myself in my composure. But this was the straw that broke the camel’s back and I don’t like being the camel. The feeling of powerlessness and vulnerability is so strong out there on the road. When a driver does something like that, it’s a serious attack. I’ll try to be better, but bad days like this get me so worked up, I wonder why I don’t move to Amsterdam. I’m going to get all 1997 and say, “Mean People Suck.”
p.s. I don’t want my ranty posts to deter anyone from cycling! Note that I would become an expat before I stopped riding my bike :)