Had some punk kid run out into the street and try to push me off my bike this morning. I saw him coming and took the appropriate evasive action. I was tempted to stop and hang one on him for a second, but thought better of it. I really don't need the hassle at this point, and if he keeps up that behaviour, Darwinism should take care of it soon enough. Still, I was remarkably calm in the gridlock on the Sundale Bridge this evening. No punk kids there of course (what are they afraid of? Death? Vapid *******.). Once again, despite it's best attempts, the whole commute is...