MUST VENT *RAGE*

Ok, the showers were tapering off, when I headed out from the house. My commute is about 6.5 miles with some good drop and gain along the way. Well half through my commute, which brings me to the base of the small hill on the way to work ( Dexter for you Seattlelites), this *bastard* of a pickup truck cuts me off with literally inches to spare and then *slams* his brakes, which of course lock up on the slick pavement. Needless to say , after I calmed down from my initial "this is the End" thought, I felt a wave of rage build up that I could barely contain. Thoughts of whipping out the ulock and going "courier" on the truck, pulling out the rusty ladder that adorned his bed, or just screaming...but in the end I spit on his truck and then channelled that rage for the hill climb ahead. Usually I am a bit winded when I get to the top of the hill, but today I flew up that hill at 16 MPH and kept on trucking into downtown.

Rage can be a good motivator.