Auto Bullies

I was riding my bike to the library this afternoon. As I crossed Colorado Boulevard a passenger in a car turning left behind me yelled, "Why don't you get out of the street?"

I may be slow. I may use the traffic lanes. But one thing I don't do is let lard ass jerks in the passenger seat casually insult me. "Why don't you blow that out your asshole, dicklick?" I shouted back."

I don't know if he heard me. But twice before people in automobiles on that same street have shouted at me, once when I was simply pedaling up the hill on the opposite side of the street. I have a pretty good idea where the driver lives and, more importantly, where he parks. The next time I'm on his street I think I'll key his car.