Reached out and dragged my hand along the passenger side of a minivan that was obstructing the bike lane. Dramatically shook my hand off and stared at it, as if the car was super dirty (it was shiny) and rolled on.

A few minutes later, maybe a mile down the road, i get buzzed by the van and an aggressive "touch my car again Saget!" (Cept not Bob Saget, a different word that rhymes) from the driver.

As I was considering sprinting to catch up, I saw the light a few hundreds yards away changing to red. I lined up behind him and was considering just how I wanted to touch his car again until he swerved over to close the gap between him and the other lane of same direction travel- drawing a look from the uninvolved driver of that car. Deciding it wasn't worth it, I swung very wide right and passed while blowing a kiss.

While I had fun, this dude coulda been more aggro and had he run the red light to run me down, things could've gotten more interesting. It made me question my relative recklessness and certainly made me think of this thread.

My problem is letting the perceived injustice go without saying anything. I feel better as an active participant rather than a bystander.