I normally don't have a short fuse, but not even five minutes into my ride to the grocery store (about a 2 mile trip) I had some car slow down, roll down the window, and the passenger said to "use the sidewalk."

It's about 6pm, the end of rush hour. The next stop light I catch up to this car, still minding my own business as I roll to the front of the line (they were first car at the light). It's a T intersection where they can go straight or right, single lane. They try to tell me again to 'use the sidewalk, that's what it's there for."

I replied "Thanks for the information, but It's called side-WALK for a reason."

"No, it's for bikes too. It's the law!"

"Okay. Answer me this, Johnny Cochran, did you get your law degree the same place you got your GED?"

Then her husband, the driver, speaks up "Don't you dare talk to my wife that way!"

Realizing I wasn't going to enlighten them on the legality of cycling on the road, I decided to be a real jerk. I quickly footed my bike in front of his car with about 6 inches to spare. The light turns green. I just sit there sideways.

He's honking like there's no tomorrow, cursing and me, making creative gesutres with his hands, but he's too chicken**** to come out of the car with the oncoming traffic. Traffic is backed up behind him and they are ALL honking furiously.

So light turns red, I quickly jump off my bike and run to the opposite sidewalk and proceed to walk my bike along the sidewalk. Of course, next time the light turned green he drove past, shouting something incomprehensible (and some other drivers did as well.)

I waited until he was long gone to hop back out in the street.

I'm normally not this way. I follow traffic laws and I'm courteous. But after having stuff shouted at me, thrown at me, and lectured on stuff that *I* am sure I'm right about finally caused me to blow a fuse.