Something's in the air, it's probably the north wind we've been having this week, but I've received middle fingers from cagers on both the ride home last night and the ride in this morning. I'll admit that in both situations my actions, although perfectly legal and safe, required these drivers to yield to me and [gasp] wait at least 10 seconds longer than otherwise.

On the way home last night I was transitioning from the bike lane to the center of the motor lane to make a left turn. A middle aged woman with blond hair and a red face gave me the finger. Nice example for the kids in the backseat, ma'am.

This morning, a guy pulled out in front of me from a side street, causing me to lock up both wheels in an emergency skid. I'm still going a bit sideways when I see his finger come up. I thought about giving chase, but decided to let go and let God, as it were.

Oh, and then there was the wrongway cyclist on H Street. And not your typical Wrongway Riegel, this guy was probably late 50's, on a nice roadbike with a hi-viz jacket, helmet, and light. All indicators that he ought to know better. I held my position and he went to the sidewalk. As we passed, I yelled "RIGHT SIDE!"

Sheesh. I should be glad just to arrive in one piece.