Dear Mr. SUV Driver Who Honked At Me and Nearly Made Me Fall Off My Bike:
I have a few things to apologize for.
1. When you honked at me, I yelled, “What the fuck?!?” and gave you the finger as you roared past me. I actually meant to yell, “Hello to you too!” and give you a friendly wave.
2. When I caught up with you at the light, I rapped on your window and asked, “What the hell is your problem?” I actually meant to ask, “How’s your day going?”
3. When you responded with “Get that fucking thing off the road!” I called you an asshole. I meant to say, “Did I drop something? Was that why you were honking?”
4. When you suggested that I don’t pay gasoline taxes, and therefore don’t deserve to use public streets, I responded that yes, I do pay taxes. This was a lame response and I apologize. What I meant to say was that while I’m only visiting your state for the summer, I’m happy to pay all applicable local taxes on my wages and purchases. It’s unlikely that I’d want to move here with my car, though, because the drivers all seem to be big assholes.
5. I may have also suggested that while part of the cost of your gasoline does fund road construction and maintenance, an additional part ends up in the pockets of Islamic fundamentalists who use it to blow up American soldiers and citizens. This might have been over the line for polite conversation at a stoplight. I really feel bad about this, because it makes me seem like a crazed eco-hippie-peacenik, and I try really hard not to be one. I eat red meat, sir. What I should have said was, “I have additional, political, reasons for not making short, in-town trips in a car if I can help it. I’d be happy to discuss them with you over a beer.”
I feel like our interaction was somewhat less than ideal, and while I think there’s some responsibility for this on both sides, I would like to be the first to apologize.
I’ve also joined the Bicycle Alliance of Washington. They’re much better than I am at expressing how I feel, in a friendly way.