Payback is a mother!
Last night I passed 81 autos in the right lane of the 14th Street Bridge as I rode across. All appeared to be savoring their commutes.
While their was significant gloatage on my part, payback occurred this morning. I was crossing the 14th Street Bridge and found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the autos inadvertently hit and shared a puddle with me. I didn’t get too wet and the commute remained far superior to the malodorous aluminum tube or driving.