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topazRiding home this evening, was passed in Lexington by a couple of slacker kids in an Oldsmobile Cutlass who hollered something incoherent but probably very rude in my ear. Whatever, it happens sometimes.
But this time they made a mistake. They made the mistake of passing me too close in Lexington Center. Right around there, I can get up to about 18-22mph while they're slowing down for the traffic light.
I pulled up right behind them at the light. My blinky headlight was on and was blinking up the entire interior of the car. The kid in the passenger seat looked around, saw me and said something to the driver.
The light turned green. They started up. I stayed right behind them.
They accelerated to 15mph. I stayed right behind them.
They accelerated to 20mph. I stayed right behind them. They were talking to each other now and seemed to be getting really unnerved. ("What the fuck's he doing?') The kid in the passenger seat looked back at me nervously. I smiled and waved at him.
They put on their blinkers. I stayed right behind them.
They slowed down to about 10mph. I stayed right behind them.
Finally they apparently decided this was too weird for them, the driver floored it and they shot away from me.
This is not the approach that I usually try to take with antisocial drivers, but every cyclist fantasizes about catching up with the driver who just snarled at you and putting them in their place. There is something very richly satisfying about actually getting to do it on occasion.
But this time they made a mistake. They made the mistake of passing me too close in Lexington Center. Right around there, I can get up to about 18-22mph while they're slowing down for the traffic light.
I pulled up right behind them at the light. My blinky headlight was on and was blinking up the entire interior of the car. The kid in the passenger seat looked around, saw me and said something to the driver.
The light turned green. They started up. I stayed right behind them.
They accelerated to 15mph. I stayed right behind them.
They accelerated to 20mph. I stayed right behind them. They were talking to each other now and seemed to be getting really unnerved. ("What the fuck's he doing?') The kid in the passenger seat looked back at me nervously. I smiled and waved at him.
They put on their blinkers. I stayed right behind them.
They slowed down to about 10mph. I stayed right behind them.
Finally they apparently decided this was too weird for them, the driver floored it and they shot away from me.
This is not the approach that I usually try to take with antisocial drivers, but every cyclist fantasizes about catching up with the driver who just snarled at you and putting them in their place. There is something very richly satisfying about actually getting to do it on occasion.
