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My Flirtation With Road Rage

It’s a good thing I keep an even keel, or I could have gotten into a road rage incident last evening on the way back from a ride at Vestal.
I was entering this Edington Road one-lane underpass (Google Street Views), already in the one lane part, and this white, trashy-looking 20-something-year-old a-hole comes comes in the other side. So someone has got to back up. I thought I should have the right-of-way, since I was there first. But there are no signs, and, not being too familiar with the local driving customs, I decide to back up since there is a small pull-off on my side of the bridge.
So I start to back up, slowly, because I’m not a great backer-upper and because I don’t want to bang my bike or car on the low bridge.
Well, that wasn’t enough for Mr. Eminem-wannabe. He revs up his big Cadillac, starts flashing his lights, honking, and yelling obscenities the entire time I’m backing up. I thought about stopping just to further annoy him, but who knows what kind of dangerous response that would have triggered?
What a freakin’ idiot.
It’s bad enough confronting such clowns when you’re in a car. It’s all the worse for me when I think about how I’m sharing the road with these hotheads on my bicycle. Yikes.