I'm usually non-confrontational. But two days ago I was riding along a slight downhill, curving stretch of road. Parked cars on the right, and a row of cars zipping past on the left. This guy in a truck gets right behind me and lays on his horn, then pulls away.
Well, a couple of hundred yards later he's stopped at a red light. I manage to catch up and go up to the passenger side, the window is open and past the passenger I yell, "WAS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANTED TO TELL ME? BECAUSE YOU BLASTED YOUR HORN AS YOU PASSED SO I FIGURE YOU MUST WANT TO SAY SOMETHING TO ME" and he takes a few seconds and mutters something lame about wanting to warn me about getting out into traffic.
Here it is, where Woodbine and Lakeshore meet.


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