Yesterday, I'm biking home and stop at an intersection to wait for my girlfriend a quarter block away. A Middle Eastern male in a big Mercedes pulls up and starts lurching the car forward little by little and yelling for me to get out of the way. Guess he wanted to turn right. I didn't want to move out of the bike lane as my girl was almost there. She decided to wait a few feet behind the Mercedes which was now partway blocking the bike lane. As I pull away into the intersection, the boat captain called me a "******" and something else inaudable. So I yelled back the worst insult I could think of at him - "terrorist!". He didn't seem to like that and flipped me off as he sped away.
I haven't been called fat since high school...and I had bike shorts on showing off my muscular legs....the nerve of some people from the comfort of their cage!
Moral of the story: continue to lose weight biking, so next time he can just call me an ******* biker