Last night I rode up to Ryan's work in Mill Creek. Unfortunately I had to traverse Bothell/Everett Highway - but it had to be done.
I pulled up to one light, right before Ryan's work. I stood next to a tricked out Hummer with phatty wheels and a fatty driver. He was blaring Kube 93 - but it was during a commercial so it sounded ridiculous. I really wanted to look over at him and flip him off, just for driving that thing. But instead, I just ignored him, which apparently pissed him off more. As soon as the light turned green he burned rubber for 1,000 feet. Wow dude. You rule. You just had more jump than a cyclist. Nice work.
What compels some people to do that? I just don't get it. Next time I'm going to flip him off.