I was having a perfectly good bike ride home in the rain yesterday.
While I was waiting for the left-turn light, the car behind me started revving his engine. Though my moron detector had been set off (it works a lot like Spider Sense), I ignored it until the light turned. When it did, I blasted through the intersection towards the bike lane. As the truck passed me, the passengers of the vehicle yelled some kind of clever comment across the road, intended to razzle me.
The evening traffic was constipated, with cars backed up at each of the four intersections over the next mile. When the light went through its wash-rinse-spin cycle, there was a mad dash as cars accelerated hard. Once again, the passengers made another comment as the SUV passed me then had to stop for cars who didn’t make it through the previous cycle. I passed them again, this time getting a good look at the license plate. While waiting for the light, I jotted down (WA) 242-KTL.
Another verbal parry came from the teenagers as they raced by then had to stop at the light. They clearly had been unaware that the traffic would make it really easy for me to keep up and eventually pass them like the paperboy in
Better off Dead. When it was my turn to pass them again, they all scurried to roll their windows up. They were 20 car lengths behind me, motionless, when I turned off the main road.
I’d love to achieve some kind of grand cosmic schadenfreude as their concerned parents cut off their allowance,
making them unable to fill the tank and have to ride bikes themselves. (Uphill. In the rain.) So far, for minor nuisances like this, the best thing seems to be ignoring them, thus depriving them of cheap jollies. I may one day want to invest in a Hans-Cam.