On today's ride, when we crossed Route 31 at that benighted crossing at Rocktown Road, a pickup or SUV came bearing down on me as I was crossing; he buzzed me close and did not slow. I flipped a bird at him as he passed.
Except he didn't pass. He turned in behind us, demanding to know who flipped the bird at him. He followed us for about a quarter mile, before passing and swearing at all of us. We kept riding; what would be the point of engaging him?
After the incident, I kept thinking: what if he had had a gun? In fact, given his vehicle and his rage, I expect he did.
To hell with him.
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