Today was the first day in 2 years of bike commuting (fair weather commuting) that I was yelled at by a car. "Get on the sidewalk." I didn't respond as nicely as I wanted to, which I didn't realize until the expletives were already out of my mouth. The passenger, head out window after they had passed signed to me the he wanted to give me a b-- job, or so it looked. I declined and suggested he service himself. So it goes. Maybe next time I'll be more composed.

Once in 2 years -- I can't complain.