So I'm riding around in a strange town- Wichita Falls, TX with my new Dahon Jack. My first business trip with a folding bike. I have been taking daily rides between 27 and 50 miles a day after my work conferences here and thoroughly enjoying it. Of course it's a billion degrees F out (actual measurement of temperature), but I'm riding away from home on my own ride! I was all ready to declare this town to be fairly bike friendly- no especially close passes, people would move over a lane when it was available, nice MUP runs through a good portion of town, etc.
Yesterday I had a full water bottle chucked at me. Fortunately it missed, or I would have probably have gone down hard. I could have possibly been killed as I was riding in fairly heavy rush hour traffic. As I watched the car that threw it go by I could feel the little guys sitting on my shoulder fighting it out (the devil angel guys). Normally I'm super laid back, but man- it was hot and I got pissed. I caught up with the car by filtering through traffic and said something like "your aim sucks man!" Then I ran a red light to avoid further confrontation.
I am not proud of either of these actions. In fact I felt like a jackhole almost immediately afterwards.
The car chased after me, and kept looking for me for a good while. Yelling at me as I ducked in and out of parking lots and behind businesses. Fortunately traffic worked in my favor, and kept this guy from really pursuing me closely. Eventually he got bored of harassing me, and left me alone.
I ruined my own ride. I should have just let him go. I spent the rest of the afternoon really watching my rearview mirror for him. It ain't worth it. Pull over take- a drink. If you've got the plate # call it in.