Originally Posted by
degnaw
In December James Michael Coffee, a 52-year-old salesman, honked from his big 1990 gold Silverado pickup truck at two cyclists who were riding in front of him in the right-hand lane around 42nd & Guadalupe. (News reports don't mention whether they were riding two-abreast or single file, but in any event Guadalupe is a four-lane road.) The cyclists flipped him off, Coffee parked his truck and got out, then one of the cyclists hit Coffee, knocking him to the ground, and paralyzing him from the chest down. (Coffee had an old injury which apparently made him vulnerable.)
Must be a nice feeling you get sitting in a big truck, thinking you're invincible and possess superhuman powers. So strong is the force of this conviction, that it stays with you even as you get out of that shielded truck to show some lowlife cyclists their proper place. What a nasty surprise it is to discover that the truck's magical powers do not apply once you're out of it, and that your sorry ass gets whipped by some pedal-pusher who, amazingly, turns out to be fitter and stronger than a pick-up driving salesman! No fair!