When You Yell at Me, I Yell Back
I was riding the peaceful neighborhood portion of my commute when a car suddenly honked at me and zoomed by. I quickly gave them the finger (not that they ever see it) and received a consolation from a passing pedestrian telling me ‘It’s okay’.
It’s not okay.
Fortunately, the lady who honked quickly pulled down a street and then parked at her home which is very near my home! I immediately began fantasizing about what I could possibly say to my ‘neighbor’.
A simple threat like, ‘I know where you live’, particularly struck my fancy.
It would teach her to not harass cyclists.
Instead, the rational, adult version of me said something else.
‘Please don’t honk at cyclists.’
She responded, saying that I shouldn’t be in the middle of the lane. (There was a car parked on the side of the street.) I rode past silent. Hopefully letting it sink in, that I in fact, do know where she lives.
Perhaps I will drive by her home early in the morning to honk my horn. Or late at night.
The possibilities are endless. The cyclist holds the power!