Transportation
Ride Angry
The best thing about bicycle commuting is the rage.
The other evening, as I watched a Taurus drift deliberately into my lane, I prepared to brake and shriek an obscenity. Because I had several moments of warning as it nosed its way in for an un-indicated right turn, I managed to avoid the phrase that usually explodes out of my mouth in genuine emergencies, and will undoubtedly be my last words if one of these encounters proves fatal: JESUS F*CKING CHRIST!
Instead, aware of decent people around me, I had time to compose something less objectionable, if no more clever: “You suck!”