I was bad yesterday pm. Traffic was horrendous on a 3 mile stretch of 4 lane suburban street. Both westbound lanes were just jam packed bumper to bumper. This usually means an accident on the adjacent highway, although I could not confirm it. Anyway, I was doing some serious "filtering" through the jam, passing on the right when I could, and when some large-a$$ truck was scrunched to the curb, I would hop on the sidewalk, then back into the lane when it cleared up. I usually despise cyclists who do this, but this seemed like and exception. I made it all the way up this one hill, passing these poor suffering motorists (waaaaaah . . . too bad). Hot and muggy. No fun for them. I was loving it. I mad it all the way up to the stop light and stopped behind and to the right of the lead car. The light was long so a good patch of pavement was clear ahead, until a 4-way stop sign about a mile up. The lane is narrow so I knew I would have at least one lane of angry motorists backed up behind me. Green light. I shot off the stop line like a rocket. Zoom. One car passed. Zing. Another. I'm hauling. I can see traffic backing up ahead. Another car, veering into the inside lane to pass me. It's a sprint. Then a car passes me just before traffic begins to back up again. She veers to the curb and slams on the brakes to cut me off and starts cussing me out. Without losing a pedal stroke, I hop on the sidewalk and bypass her. Hah, she is stuck in traffic again. LOSAAAAAR with a big "L" on your dang forehead. She wouldn't be cussing me out without the traffic jam. It's her choice to sit in a cage, not mine. It's all about "personal responsibility" as some are keen to point out. God help me, but I enjoyed it. I know, it's the devil in me.