Okay, last post was about my first ride as an adult. Fast forward to now and I’ll tell you a funny quip:
It was only a month ago. My family and I were meeting for my brother’s birthday. The weather was good (it was February, welcome to the Ohio Valley) and I decided to get back on that bike and start the season shall we say. A nice addition was that the restaurant was really close to my house 🙂
We ate, we laughed, I loved on my beautiful niece and we ended on a good note.
We leave the restaurant and I proceed to unlock the bike and prepare for the short ride home. I’ve mounted and I am back on the street waving to my sibs from the bike.
All of a sudden…
I hear a car horn honking. Loud, repetitive, obnoxious honking. Over and over, unceasing. I despise when people honk at me when I am on the bike. It almost feels like harassment. I always end up screaming at them to no avail because they are locked away in there nice personalized, surrounded and enclosed vehicle. But oh well that is a rant for another day.
I look back at the obnoxious honker with my meanest death stare.
He/She continues. So I resort to my normal illicit gesture with scrota (shout out to Carreon) that is reserved for special obnoxious pricks that honk their horns at harmless cyclists.
The honking stops. The car passes me. I look over for a final glare and who is in the passenger seat but my mother! My beautiful, sweet, lovely mother that probably said curse words like shit less than ten times in her life. She has her hand partially covering her face and she gives a mild wave. I can smell the disappointment through the enclosed vehicle. I’ve just given the finger to my mother! I was mortified! She was not pleased. Her boyfriend, the driver, had been honking, I guess to say hi but that’s not the point, I flicked off my mother!