The commute today was....exciting.

At one point on my route I cross over a major highway on an overpass. The overpass is 8 lanes wide--2 straight-thru lanes in each direction, a left-turn lane for each direction, and a break-down lane for each direction.

I was stopped at a light just before the overpass with a car in front of me and a line of traffic behind. I'd taken the lane--I don't ride in the break-down lane on the overpass; I've already popped a tire there because of the debris plus it's just not safe. The light changed, and we all started pulling away from the light. The car behind me honked. I ignored it. Suddenly I heard the engine revving, and the car behind me pulled into the break-down lane to pass me, then went back into the thru lane and sped off.

Normally I'm VERY non-confrontational, but my blood was boiling. The car pulled into an office complex about a mile ahead. I lost it for a little bit, but spotted it in a day-care parking lot. I went inside and asked if anyone there knew the driver. They didn't, but they said if they saw her (it was a woman, I saw that as she passed me) they'd tell her. I borrowed a piece of paper and a pen and left a note on the car's windshield expressing my anger. I even gave her my phone number in case she wants to discuss it further.

That was a few hours ago. Haven't had a call yet, unfortunately.