That neighborhood sucks. Today I was riding up Clark about two block south of Wellington. A cabbie, in all his infinite wisdom of driving, starting crunching over on me. This move could only be interpreted in one of two ways: either as complete disregard or as intentional. I screamed at him and he continued in front of me, slowed down, and did it again, and then again. Finally, he pulled around a corner, still managing to get in my way before I could pass him and scream at him a third time. Just what the hell is appropriate to yell at these f-ers? What can possibly sum up the moment correctly, directly and to the point?