...riding home on a lovely, all too warm winter evening, approaching the Manhatten bridge. riding in steady pace, i come upon a messenger riding over on the right side of the right lane. i ride past him up the center of the lane (simple enough). as soon as i pass him, i hear an ever fading 30 second stream of blather behind me. i think to myself, what's the deal? however, being prone to altercations, i keep my pace, & let it go. only moments later does this curious specimen pass me, pull directly in front of me, & slow down... (prancing with his bike) ...i've been served. i yell, what the ****'s the deal? he darts through traffic, & disappears into the night.
this is a curious meeting of strangers if you ask me. i treated it as (i imagine i would) the sighting of a one legged squirrel. is there a unspeakable code of conduct i have broken, or was he simply an a hole?