my favourite thing about biking in to work: some asshole in a car cuts me up. i gently tap on his window and then point to him disparagingly as i pass him by at the next set of lights. and the next. and the next. and the next. until i eventually leave him far behind.
my favourite thing about biking in to work: some asshole in a car cuts me up. i gently tap on his window and then point to him disparagingly as i pass him by at the next set of lights. and the next. and the next. and the next. until i eventually leave him far behind.