I was so pumped for todays ride in; the temps are unseasonably warm, traffic is light due to the holiday; the morning had all the makings of a perfect commute. About 3 miles into my ride, on a road with 6 lanes, and no traffic, I had some ass hat give me about 6 inches when he passed me. I've been doing this commuting gig for a long time, and it takes a bit to rattle me, but man did this guy piss me off. I don't think I stopped yelling F bombs at the top of my lungs about every 30 seconds until about 10 miles in. I hope the guy gets a lump of coal in his stocking.

I'm going to take some advice from Taylor Swift, shake it off, and look forward to riding home with temps near 80. This is winter? Can't wait!