It'd been a nice week, with the lighter tuting schedule and all. It was a nice day out, too. I was heading home to kick off the remainder of dumb Friday when this car came up behind me. I could tell he was speeding, but figured he'd slow down because he had to.
He ended up blowing past me and nearly sideswiping a car coming in the opposite direction. He looked agitated, and in hindsight, I think he might have been lost and not realizing that he was on a university campus. He was an oldish white-haired man. After he sped past me, he had to abruptly stop to allow several student pedestrians to cross at a crosswalk, and this seemed to agitate him all the more.
Then he sped off, and I guess I'll never know his story.
And I was left feeling all, WTH? He'd nearly ran me off the road, right in front of the upper classmen dorms - an area of shared roads for motorists and bicycles.
So I continued on home all razzum frazzum razzum frazzum...
And when I got home, I was congratulated by my mapmyride app.
I've made Queen of the Mountain for one course that is part of my commute home. The one that seemed out of reach. At last. I'd beaten my previous PR by 9 seconds, thus surpassing the previously long-reigning queen.
I could say it was my superior conditioning and strategizing and hard work that pushed me up that hill, but I'm pretty sure it was the grumpy old driving man that fueled me.
So, thank you Mr. Grumpy Road Hazard. But, I still don't like him.