I was rolling back into my neighborhood, a bit tired after the Saturday morning group ride, and I was thinking to myself, “self… you’re going to need to prepare a little blog entry soon…. but self, what will you write about?”…..

and I thought, and thought and thought… and then it hit me.

Damn near literally.

It was a white styrofoam cup with a lid and straw, filled with ice and soda…

and it came from the hands of a young high school looking child as he and his buddy passed me in their sweet little Honda.

Ever since I graduated in 1999…I haven’t liked high schoolers.

So my first thought was to flip a U-turn and head after them. So I did just that. Never think twice… never. Write that down. I had just rolled through a small residential stop light a few streets back and I knew they would get stopped at that light…

and they did.

As I accelerated after them, they noticed and tried to go left… and got boxed in by another car. So the young lads then quickly went for the right lane. At that point, it was a race between my increasing speed and itchy water bottle throwing arm…

and his gas pedal and odds of making a right turn in thick traffic.

I’m sorry to say that his gas pedal prevailed although his odds did not as he cut off a ton of cars to avoid a 145lb scronny pale cyclist covered in bright orange lycra.

You know… if you’re going to have the nerve to hurl an object at a scronny little cyclist, at least have the testicular fortitude to not floor it and run like a little girl. Who’s the sissy now?

On the bright side, this happened in my neighborhood where I ride daily and I do remember the car… I’ve got an itchy throwing arm and a full bottle of sports drink.

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