.skip.tualuh.

ok so…

rode my bike to work, no issues.

rode bike home, no issues. 

rode bike to old town, and some fuck-ass nudges me on purpose with his shiny gold SUV at the light @ Cortland and Elston. 

I gave him a mouthful, and he rolled down his window. I gave it to him again, worse. 

Stupid white guy in his 50’s, trying to prove a point on his way back to his penthouse in Lincoln Park. 

If the light didn’t turn green I probably would have brawled. I would have opened his door and told him to step out. I am NOT KIDDING. 

There is something that seriously makes my blood boil about drivers and their complete lack of respect for my safety. I’m a vehicle too, dammit! I’m stopped at this light, NOT RUNNING IT, and I have to wait, just like you. 

Anyway, a string of crass words and insult streamed from my mouth without a moment’s thought. I rode away kind of suprised at my reaction, and simultaneously coming up with other things I could have said to make him regret ever bumping my back tire. 

I hope I run into him again, so I can key his car. And seriously people, why own an SUV in a city with absolutely no hills? Or in general at all? Dipshits. 

For having a corporate job, I’m so lucky I can go to work in cut offs and sweat everyday.