Driver2165

This morning the driver (mid 20s rich kid daddy's boy type: the kind you see shirtless listening to Jay-Z and with a backwards baseball cap) of that car hit me while I was riding my bike to work on Lyndale and 32nd. It wasn't really that big of a deal, he really just clipped my elbow, but it kind of pissed me off. I was just going to yell at him and go on with my life. It was actually the second time in a couple of minutes that I had had a close call with a vehicle, but in the case of the earlier one, the driver parked a block ahead of me and I stopped to let her know that it's dangerous to drive that close to a cyclist. She apologized and I wished her a good day and left, no harm done. That had me feeling pretty good; you don't normally get to calmly talk to these people and have them calmly respond. Anyway, this guy hits me, and drives off. I caught up with him at the next stoplight, and I slapped the side of his car so he'd be paying attention when I yelled at him to "watch where yer going, willya?". I turned the corner and went into an alley so I wouldn't get hit again.

So the dude chases me down 32nd St and throws his sports drink at me, and nails my chainstays. Then he speeds off. Sounds like somebody needs to grow a pair. KZA 439. Hopefully somebody will pee on his car.