Be the Bigger Man

So today on the last hour of my ride, I'm coming up on a light, I'm in the bike lane, and I see a bit of glass. So I look over my shoulder, see a car a ways back, and ride around the glass into the car lane, and quickly swerve back into the bike lane.


I hear an agressive "honk". Not just a quick beep, but a long steady "I'm a mad angry motorist" honk. The light turns red, I stop ;this elderly man rolls down his window and starts swearing at me. I soon had my turn to express how I felt, and let me tell you, that struck a nerve. The light turned green, he floored the minivan up to the closest parking lot, and pulled over. He got out of his car, and was waving me to stop. So, not being to scared of this dude that's older than my grandfather, I pulled over. He starts the swearing again, and tells me to get off my bike.

So I pulled the back of his shirt over his face and gave him the business Canadian Hockey style.

Naw, I didn't really do that, but I though about it—I just shook my head at him and told him to relax. I tell ya, he was an angry, angry old man. Having driver's like that on the road scares me!