I wasn't carrying my Glock that day. The guy was on foot, so leaving him in the dust was an inevitability.
Perhaps he drives an SUV and it was the part of an ongoing war of attrition between cyclists and 4x4 drivers. Then again, perhaps he was just a pathetic twat with a small penis and an unfulfilling life, who feels like his small victory of not provoking a reaction from me ('maybe the dude was too scared to say anything back, or maybe my rich and varied insults were so clever he didn't know what to say') somehow validates his wretched existence.
I wasn't carrying my Glock that day. The guy was on foot, so leaving him in the dust was an inevitability.
Perhaps he drives an SUV and it was the part of an ongoing war of attrition between cyclists and 4x4 drivers. Then again, perhaps he was just a pathetic twat with a small penis and an unfulfilling life, who feels like his small victory of not provoking a reaction from me ('maybe the dude was too scared to say anything back, or maybe my rich and varied insults were so clever he didn't know what to say') somehow validates his wretched existence.
Who knows?