It was a nice morning to be out on the bike.
I had a little excitement on Washington Street as I went one lane left to pass a stopped bus (I signal and do so safely) a guy starting laying on his horn for about 30 seconds (really). Of course, as I get to the passing point, the bus gets going, so I pull behind him and continue. I’m going faster than the traffic in the middle lane, so I get a few cars between me and the hot-headed car, and the bus goes to stop again, so I pass, and this guy from several cars back now does another 30 second horn blast. Once I pass the bus, I’m going faster than surrounding traffic again (being slowed down by other cars, in fact), and I never see that car again. By the time I get to the MVT, I notice two busses at Slaters, they don’t pass me until around the airport … I don’t get it, I’m clearly not holding this idiot up, I’m going faster than he is, but he feels a need to be an ass. I guess he missed the “Share the Road” signs on Washington Street …
One thing I feel good about — I didn’t give the guy a response. No glance, no single fingered gesture of disapproval, not even a flinch from his horn, just kept on going as though he didn’t exist. I made it a point to savor the Fall color lightly shrouded in a veil of mist and not let him ruin my ride.