An over the top ride to work this am. I'd just left the house, and there was a pick up truck with Jersey plates triple parked. Incredidibly, this moron put up his back up lights from the middle of the street in Manhattan. Cars behind him.

Wham! I slam the bed with the flat of my hand and whizz by this $#%@ screaming "Back to New Jersey". I'm gratified to see this ditzoid was not only attempting an impossible manuever, but doing so with a coffee in his hand which he pours all over himself. To him it's a quick one two - Bang! from the truck followed by screaming a foot from his face.

Immediately after, there's a big Union demonstration complete with big blow up rat, barricades, cops. I whizz through the narrow gap between the barricades and the cops giving them the finger because of the noise they're making with their whistles. Maybe 300 of these #^*!$s. Me 1 Cars 0

About three miles later, at Chelsea Piers, there's a line of cars shooting through a gap like toothpaste you've stepped on. Mostly Taxis taking the wealthy down to the gym. The traffic guy usually lets a couple cars, a few bikes go but the cars are insistent, I mistime it, I go down to the pavement still clipped into the pedals.

I'm screaming "Too Many $#@^* Cars" over and over, having learned a simple message repeated is best for simple minds. I've got a little scrape. Cars 1 Me 0.