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Dismissed from the workplace I rode home upon my Long Haul Trucker. It was a hot afternoon, and I was taking my time.
At the light after the bridge I pulled up behind a man on a touring bike, with barcons just like mine. I thought to myself, "Hey, that guy must be alright, because his shifters, to me, indicate a touring cyclist, who must be kind of cool because he likes bicycle touring."
The light changed and we crossed Damon Rd., and through the underpass we went. I was behind him about 12 or 15 feet.
At the first turn in the path after the underpass, at the beginning of the small hill, a pair of bicycles pass us traveling in the opposite direction. Upon cresting the hill, as the path turns this time to the left, another pair of bicycles appears, traveling towards us.
The man in front of me stops!
He pulls to the side a little, and declares "If you're going to fucking pass me then fucking pass me! Don't just ride ride my ass!!! "
He continued on like this, but in his first enraged pause, as if he expected a reasoned answer, it was all I could do to calmly say, "Its the fucking bike path, dude..."
Needless to say I will remember this man and his barcons.
Upon careful consideration I should have doubled back and pursued him again, and, upon coming abreast of him given my frame pump a vigorous jab towards the front wheel of his machine.
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