Since this happened last Fri, I almost forgot to post it. I actually got a little insight into how the raging motorist must feel. Just a little thing, but I'll have to remember it next time the tables are turned. I was making an ice cream run to the grocery last Fri night, say around 10pm. Dark residential street. These two dark clothed teens, amble across the street, mid-intersection, directly in my path, smoking cigs like they were too cool for school. I have that flare of self-righteous anger. "Jay-walker", I mutter to myself. I do not decelerate. One teen balks and stops in the other lane. The other calls my bluff and continues his slow cool walk, not a care in the world. I continue forwad, the game of chicken is on. I blink first. At the last moment I brake and blare my horn. MOTHA . . . ! Dang, law-breakin, hoodlums. Then I immediately feel guilt. Wow, I've grown old. When did I become so "establishment". I wonder if that's how the guy in the SUV feels when I'm taking the lane on my bike? He thinks I'm flaunting the law. A law-breaker. He is the righteous citizen, upholding the rule of law. Sometimes it's good to see the world from the other side of the steering wheel.