Normally when I am on my bike, I am like a cheerleader. Vivacious and faintly annoying but generally overflowing with goodwill. However, last week, on my first snowstorm commute, I flipped a man off. Why? Because he was tailing me for a block laying on the horn the whole way. He had no reason to do that sort of idiotic thing, he was just egregiously being a jerk. Granted, with my big, fat gloves on, I don't think "the bird" was recognised, but it was the best I could do at the time.

What I really wanted to do was chuck a brick through his windshield.

Most drivers didn't treat me any differently than they normally do. Which is to say that one or two passed WAY too close, but most of 'em minded their own business and gave me no more grief than I gave them, which is to say none.