Originally Posted by billh

One rainy morning I'm first in line at the green arrow. I hear some yelling behind me, some guy telling me to get the F out of the way. I sit there. I'm sort of monitoring the situation, then the guy pops out of the van, big old hairy long-haired wild looking dude, with a screwdriver in each hand, coming toward me! I drop my bike and run to the sidewalk. We exchange verbal tirades. The screwdriver man gets back in his van. I come up to the driver in front of him and ask if he will be my witness and he responds, "Will you shut up, I have nuns in the back" . . . huh? . . . Screwdriver man then pulls around and throws a 2 liter bottle out of his window and spits, more profanity. I retreat further to the sidewalk to dodge the bottle. Then someone pulls up to my bob trailer and steals my dufflebag!