Yesterday, on the commute thread, I posted of a noisy oik in a motorcar who squealed at me as he passed by and into the distance. It irritated me for a while, as these things do - and I retold the tale here almost as a weak and dilute imitation of bloody revenge. Of course, keyboard work just isn't sufficiently visceral - unlike, say, a proper disemboweling so I continued to be irritated.
But I remembered. I don't like dwelling on, or retelling horrors of the road as I have a fear that naming the demon might make it real. It happened to me - and I spent too long out of the saddle because I confused fear with reality.
To balance the karmic universe - or, at least that bit of it which is my stretch of NCN Route 2, I need to post something positive yet related. And that's easy to do - it occurred to me that I get called to by someone on the street at least twice most days. The shouts are "Morning!", or "Fantastic weather, isn't it?", etc. There's usually a bloke or two fishing or walking their dogs along the sea wall who'll swap acknowledgements or helloes. Or I see a fellow bikie who I know - or just one who greets fellows of the road.
So not everyone who shouts stuff at cyclists is a bad 'un.