I've been riding High Street to work the last couple weeks--the new pavement north of the University is beautiful. I was enjoying the smooth ride and the brisk morning air when my good humor was rudely interrupted by a blaring truck horn! I turned around in time to see a pick up truck speeding up to pass me.......I could see the driver rolling his window down to say something to me. "Get the hell off the road, you a__hole!" he yelled as he passed me. My first reaction was shock. I was riding to the right hand side of the lane, obeying all the traffic laws.
I've often wondered what Ganhdi, or MLK, would do in this situation? I envision them smiling gently, nodding their heads softly, perhaps even waving and saying a silent prayer for the truck driver as he sped out of view. That's what I've always wanted to do, too. I've played this scene over and over in my mind so that I would be ready when the opportunity arose, and this was it.......my big chance to shine. But instead of elevating my game, turning the other cheek and taking civilization to another level, I blew it.
"F__K YOU, YOU A__HOLE, I HAVE JUST AS MUCH RIGHT TO BE ON THE ROAD AS YOU DO!" I yelled at the driver and, in case he couldn't hear me, I flipped him the bird.
I immediately felt terrible. Not only is this an unacceptable way for a 53 year-old man to behave, but my rude temper tantrum will only fuel that driver's disdain for bicyclists. Hell, the next time he may not even blow his horn--he'll just run someone over.
I mentally "spanked" myself all the way down High Street. When I started down the hill into the University district I was heartened to see 3 bicycles ahead of me. I rode up behind, and then passed, them. "Hell, for a minute I thought I was in Portland," I said to the OSU students and they smiled back.
I stopped at a red light at King and High and pulled up next to a middle aged cyclist who I've seen before. "Thank God.....there IS other intelligent life in the universe!" I exclaimed to him. He smiled, too.
Unfortunately, my two positive interactions this morning can't outweigh my negative encounter with the truck driver, and my own bad behavior. I hope that if this happens again (and I'm pretty confident it will), I will have the self control to smile and wave and in that way help create peaceful coexistence on the roads for "boxes" and bikes.
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