I was riding crosstown on 14th street, east to west, in Manhattan when this jerk in a beatup old car yelled at me to get my "ugly a** bike on the sidwalk."
I leaned my very beautiful 1972 paramount fixed gear against a parked car and walked over and told him to get his ugly a** piece of sh*t car on the sidewalk and then we could talk. Then I got back on my bike and rode away, leaving him stalled in traffic.