I miss this kind of stuff. In the 80s and 90s my day was not complete without a bit of honking and swearing. Now I can split through lines of motionless MLRs (motorized living rooms) at 25, skid to a stop in front of the line, track stand with no hands and the effing motorists have the nerve to roll down their windows and say nice things about my bike or skilZ.

Feh.