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[mrlich]

Not like that... pervert.

So I was out on the bike. It's been entirely too long - but that's not the point. I was feeling good. I was tooling down roughly this portion of Rt.100 towards Macungie (southbound). As I approached the railroad tracks some ass-clown pulled out in front of me in a minivan. I have a special hatred for minivans when I'm on the scoot.

I should point out here that I don't think that my life was in danger or anything. They weren't that close. I did, however, have to slow down quickly or I would have slammed into the back of their vehicle.

This made me angry.

Those of you who know me really well know that I have a... thing... about road rage. It's worse now that I drive for my livelihood - as if (now that I am more familiar with the rules of the road) the rest of the world should be more aware as well. I have been known to curse - loudly - while on the phone when some yahoo irks me while driving (don't worry people - I use a headset).

That, however, is nothing compaired to when I'm on the bike. I'm downright militant about things because there is a hightened sense of danger and potential death. When I ride in a group, this can actually dampen my pleasure of the road - but certainly not enough to not ride ;) .

So where was I?

Oh yes - angry.

At that point on rt.100 there's something akin to an island in the middle of the road - but it's only painted there-  there's no rise of concrete or dirt. I proceeded to pull between the offending minivan and oncoming traffic. A twist of my wrist and I was right alongside the moron's open driverside window. I raised my right hand and extended the middle finger. It took every remaining bit of my control to keep from screaming something witty like "Fuck you asshole!" as I heard the passenger in the shotgun seat shout something at the driver (she sounded fearful).

I lowered my hand to the throttle, twisted it, and was gone. I found myself pulling ahead more slowly than I could have, and I'm pretty sure I was waiting for something - anything - that would be an excuse to pull over.

I took a different route through macungie than the driver of the minivan but I ended up seeing him on another road as I headed out of town. I followed him for a bit and debated causing another encounter, but reason resumed its grip on my senses. The bloodlust abated and I let them pull away peacefully as I continued on down the road.

Sometimes my inner biker speaks to me with a bull horn.