... is what was yelled at me this morning by a passing truck. And by passing I mean followed me for two blocks yelling at me out the window. In my neighbourhood. At 8am.
You must be wondering what I possibly could have done to illicit such an extreme reaction. Well, I'll admit it I was breaking the rules, and he called in on it. But was it really so horrendous? Did it really warrant chasing me down for two blocks, screaming death wishes at me? Maybe...
What did I do? Let me tell you... I did the equivalent of a rolling stop through a four-way. On my bike. Had a police officer ticketed me, I would have politely taken my ticket and paid it. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have chased me down...
Such is life in the SSR...
