I'll Strangle You With My Spare Tire

I think I am fully becoming a "cyclist."  I have been riding on roads large and small, and have had a few "incidents" with cars.  No one has hit me, but some people are nicer to cyclists then others.  More precisely, most people give bikes a wide berth, but some don't. And others seem to want to antagonize cyclists.  I'm not sure what makes them so annoyed that I am out there.

I see a general trend.  Whenever I have someone whip right past me, it generally is a young white guy in a truck.  Not all young white guys in trucks, but some percentage of them.  Once, during a road ride with hundreds of other cyclist, a YWGIT swerved as if to force us off the road.

Again, this is occasional, but even a few times is a few times too many.

I was riding on Sunday on a lovely, large, largely deserted city road.  All of the sudden, a car races past me and the passenger yells "Fuck you, Asshole!"  It was two young white guys.  To be fair, they were in a Honda Civic. 

About a quarter mile ahead of me, the light turned red and they stopped.  I realized I could probably catch them, so I started hauling ass to the light.  I got a hundred yards away when the question popped in my head "what will you do when you catch them?"

I had some sports beans I could have thrown at them.  I could respond, "Yah, well fuck you too!"  I could blow them a kiss.  None of these seemed like they would produce a socially desired response.

Just as I was running through all of the bad possibilities, the light turned green and they peeled away.  Lucky for them.  I had just thought of my response. 

"Too broke for a pickup truck, asshole?"