You know how they say that if a dog eats a chicken he gets a taste for chicken and then has to be killed?
I give you bicyclists with a taste for motorist. Hope no one ends up getting put down.
No this was not me. I'm far too anti-social to go riding with those giant groups of roadies. Okay and also too slow. Fine. Too incompetent as well. This means that if some car gets pissed at me and threatens to repeatedly punch me in the face and smash my phone I will not be safely ensconced in a group of forty-nine other bicyclists ready to jump to my assistance.
So I have developed The Plan.
The Plan is that if an angry driver comes after me with his car I will quickly jump off my beloved bicycle (her name is Chrysanthemum because she is a special flower) and throw my bicycle under the vehicle. Then I will collapse to the ground moaning and crying and discreetly noting down the license plate number and calling the police.