. . . I'm a bicycle commuter in a large Northeastern city. Nothing like this ever happens to me, but one day . . .
Garden-variety road-rage moment this morning: car cuts me off so he can get to the red light first. I holler, and then — I know, not wise — shoot a snot rocket on his hood. He roars the engine and lurches toward me. I pull away. And then: Woot! Woot! The unmistakable sound of a police siren. Great — I just hocked on an undercover cop. The car pulls up next to me, window down. I'm waiting to get a summons or arrested or worse. And the guy . . . is apologizing?
I can't figure it out. Then I realize that the undercover is behind the guy, he saw the whole thing and took my side. And when the cop rolls past, he has a huge grin and gives me a big thumbs up!