In which I get flipped off.
I was on my way home on my bike yesterday afternoon, and I was just getting out of town onto highway W. The particular stretch is one with several small hills, and I was climbing one of said hills when a little white car, driven by someone apparently in way too much of a hurry to wait 15 seconds for me to get to the top, proceeded to pass me. I was thinking "what an idiot," as I often do in such circumstances, when I saw that at the top of the hill there was an oncoming pickup truck.
Little white car careened back into the lane ahead of me, and the pickup driver leaned on his horn, as one might expect. I was shaking my head, thinking "That's why you don't pass on a hill, moron."
Then the driver of the pickup flipped ME off.
What the fuck? It's my fault that driver of little white car is an impatient asshole? Oh, right, I shouldn't be on the damn road, because my very presence causes people to lose control of themselves and drive dangerously. It's kind of like the Twinkie defense. Or why women should cover their ankles.
Little white car careened back into the lane ahead of me, and the pickup driver leaned on his horn, as one might expect. I was shaking my head, thinking "That's why you don't pass on a hill, moron."
Then the driver of the pickup flipped ME off.
What the fuck? It's my fault that driver of little white car is an impatient asshole? Oh, right, I shouldn't be on the damn road, because my very presence causes people to lose control of themselves and drive dangerously. It's kind of like the Twinkie defense. Or why women should cover their ankles.