Welcome to Jerk Season aka summer!
On Saturday, I set off on my bike, in a great mood, to the theater to watch Moonrise Kingdom. I was biking on a busy but reasonable two-lane street, outside of the door zone, three feet from parked cars. Suddenly, from far behind me I heard a honk, then two more as the car came closer. HONK! HOOONK! HOOOOOOONK! The car passed me extremely closely, as the driver screeched out the open window, “MOVE OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY, BITCH!!!”
I maintained my line and did not react at all. About 30 yards later, I passed her and the many cars stopped in traffic in front of her, soon arriving at my destination.
The experience was unpleasant – obviously, like any sane person, I would prefer not to be assaulted while traveling – but I have to remember that there are always awful people in the world, whether I am driving or bicycling. I had to deal with her for only a few seconds, while she is trapped in her own anger always. It would have been nice if a police officer had magically been around to pull her over, but such is life.
Now I can add “bitch” to the list, along with “retard,” “asshole,” and “moron,” drivers have yelled at me for no reason. Not too bad, in four years of daily Chicago bicycling, but I prefer bicycling in the winter, when drivers keep their windows closed and I cannot hear their crazed screeching.