Yesterday on my commute home some fat guy driving in the same direction as me yelled out at me from the comfort of his fat road-hogging SUV.
I really didn't hear what he said, I just heard "blah, blah, blah, idiot".
Taking my life in my hands, wondering if he had a gun on him and he would pull it out on me, I pulled up next to him at the next red light and asked if he were talking to me.
He started sputtering and yelling with his big fat mouth that bikes are suppose to stop at red lights.
Now I know that, and if it where a danger I would have stopped.
But if he had ever been on a bike he would know that its much easier to keep pedaling than it is to stop and then go. So when the coast is clear I keep going, always careful. I'm the last person to want to get hurt.
The whole point of bike riding in traffic is to try beat the traffic, not ride with it.
He was a fat angry angry ugly dude.
I asked him why it bothered him so much what I did? I wasn't near him or bothering him. He didn't answer he just gassed it, I hope he wondered about why it did bother him so much.
Some people just don't like it when someone else gets away with something even if it is just a bike riding through a red light when there are no other cars around. It probably annoyed him that I got to go and he sat there at a red light.
Or maybe he has bigger issues at home. Like, no one loves him. He a fatso and an a-hole.