The commute home sucked at the very end. I was waiting for the last light on my ride to change with a car behind me. He was acting very well-behaved, not doing a thing. Then this young woman on a bike rides up and just blows the red, which I think is kind of suicidal in this intersection that people in Portland call the "Seven Corners". It really has 7 corners - the traffic light is your friend here, really. After she does her thing, the motorist behind me makes a Jekyll-and-Hyde style change and starts to rev his engine fast, creep up way to close to my tire, yell that I am the anatomical area below the waist that is unique to females using the Anglo-Saxon term, and then slam on the horn the second the light turns green.

I've come to the conclusion that people who run reds and don't bother to stop at stop signs don't see a problem with it because they aren't around to witness the aftermath. I should have been able to catch up with the young woman as I nearly always do when someone runs a red, but it wasn't rush hour so there were few cars. That allowed her to blow through the next stop sign and I could not catch up. Given our radio show fracas here and all the resulting bad behavior on the part of riled-up motorists, I would have thought our local scofflaws might have developed a slight awareness of how their actions affect others, but not so with this woman.