Heading home, on the normal route- feeling good after jumping hurdles @ work.

Riding a street taken a hundred times. Here comes a truck, in the opposite direction. A horn honk, and a woman drops the A bomb on me. Out of nowhere. This isn't in an intersection, haven't cut anybody off.. but there it is.

The best part of the story is, as a cyclist, I don't suffer from road rage. Figure the poor gal is more than halfway to nuts anyway, why push her off the edge?

Breifly my overloaded mind entertained the thought of giving up the bike commute.

Then I thought, heck no. You should have a thick skin while doing the things that bikers do. You need to, because motorists don't understand people on bikes- we are in their way, like a speedbump.

Experience gives you a suit of armor. Have had other run ins with maniacs both two legged and four, but I feel these things make me (us) stronger. I feel more determined to carry on.