I rode home in the rain just before dusk yesterday. No big deal for me, but it was for someone else. About 2 miles into my ride, a Chrysler minivan riding in the opposite direction comes across the yellow line, accelerates toward me and honks loudly. Then he quickly gets back in his lane.

I try to be a good Christian, but I really wanted bad things to happen to this guy. I'm sure he would have taken delight in running me off the road, and no doubt would have if he was traveling in my direction.

Punks using vehicles as weapons is my biggest fear of commuting.

After a night's sleep, I realize this fool already has demons working his bones. He's got a sad life.

I forgive him.