But it's a dry heat!

63F/17C and sunny this morning. The weather was nice, but I got into a road rage incident, suburban Vermont style.

Long & short of it: Residential street. 25MPH. Yard crew truck towing trailer approaches me from the rear as I'm slowing way down for a blind stop sign. I notice he's already started a pass even though there's a stop sign. I get to where I can see there's no opposing traffic so I accelerate. No sooner had I started pedaling again than I hear the roar of a diesel engine behind me. Not only is this guy flat out running the stop, he's trying to pass me down a hill approaching a blind curve.

Naturally the instant he pulls around me, he gets in front of me and throws up the right turn signal. Great, now he's trying to right hook me, I guess.

I make a controlled evasive swerve left to blow by him. His back cab window is open. I yelled (using complete words), "WHERE THE EFF ARE YOU GOING, D-BAG?!" I get alongside his truck and he's rolling down his window. He got a face full of middle finger. The end. Gangsta!