If you know, or are, the guy heading towards Redmond who yelled "Cover your (expletive) light!" at me this morning:
Choke on a spoke. Seriously.
I thought at first that maybe I forgot to turn my helmet lamp off when I got on the trail, and maybe I shined it in your eyes; but no... you were complaining about the headlight on my bike. Guess what? Just because you own an 800L photon torpedo mounted on your handlebars and you have the "courtesy" to cover it (instead of just mounting and aiming it properly) doesn't mean that everyone else is going to go ninja just because we're passing you. My light is mounted underneath my front rack, on my drive side, aimed toward the ground. Yes, there is some supplemental top-spill which allows me to see objects at about the level of a medium sized sedan's trunk. You, however, acted like I have twin B&M Big Bangs mounted on my shoulders.
Rinse the sand out of your chamois and STFU.
Thanx for ruining the remainder of my ride.