This is a private note to the woman I had confrontation with...
Thank you for telling me to get in the bike lane. It all started when we were both stopped at the light (w.b. on Division at Damen). There was another biker there to my right, and so I had stopped in front of you--in your way, as it were. But what you're failing to see is that I was through the intersection before the light even turned green, and the real impediment to your forward motion was the taxi that was still turning left (to go e.b. on Division).
Perhaps your anger, clearly borne out of some other road-rage incident, was fueled by my "Get on your bike shirt" that the CBF put out this year. Maybe you're just an angry person. Maybe you're just not the type of person to find any meaning in rational discussion.
So, let's give up on the Enlightenment. Did your actions merit my saliva? No. In fact, your actions deserved much worse, and if I had had my U-lock available...
In fact, now that I think about it, it's not very Zen of me, but I don't believe in Carma, so if you don't learn your lesson now, there is little hope of you becoming a happy cog in the gears of society. And so I spit on your car when I caught up to you at the light (proving that bikes are just as fast...slow and steady). And you were *still* spewing invective as I spewed the only language I thought you might understand. And I would do it again, even in the face of all my cyber-friends lecturing me about my own road-rage.
We bikers take a lot of shit, both unintentional and intentional. I don't fight back all the time, but I'm not going to sit back and let the world make me a victim of senseless abuse.
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