They roll up behind me at the light. Really close. I can feel the heat from their engine. The instant the green comes they start forward, getting even closer as I accelerate through the crosswalk. I can feel impatience radiating through their glass and steel box. I can hear frustration in the rev of their engine. A honk. And another. I can hear them yelling now. Window down, bird flying. Traffic clears and they fly around, dropping obscenities in their wake, barely bothering to clear my front tire as they swerve in front... The traffic comes again. Tail lights flair red. I roll slowly past them and on though the sea of cars. My fingers brush lightly down the hood of their car. A simple, harmless touch. The meaning whispered yet clear. I own you. From bikeforums.net thread The Touch - Bike Forums 8) Sa
I do the stare on occasions with the subtle head slightly down and shaking like "you are a disappointment." Really makes people feel guilty if they didnt see you and were about to pull out of a driveway or something.
I just give em the "evil eye", I know it must bother them all day long. It's a very potent weapon and one to be used sparingly.
I LOVE THAT POEM! Me personally, I laugh, like a mad man. Especially at the big trucks. I wish I had a Jersey that said "your averaging 23 miles and hour, Have a nice day!"
