Faced a road rager in a jacked up pick up truck. He accellerated to pass me on the right as he came off a cloverleaf while I was trying to cross to the new shoulder, then swerved to buzz me on the left as I continued to try to get out of everyone's way. He did the whole run me down, stop, yell at me as I passed, then try to run me down again. I'm lucky a ramp opened up in the curb on the bridge to escape to the sidewalk.
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The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. Christopher Morley