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Dear Sir or Madame in the dark colored suburban going east along 16th avenue NW at about 9:30 who's license plate I regretfully could not see, because it was pitch black and your dark colored vehicle was covered in mud;
I am very sorry that I was legally bicycling along sixteenth avenue in the far left lane where I am supposed to be, and you got stuck behind me for a WHOLE HORRIBLE HALF A BLOCK. I very much DO understand why you honked long and repeatedly while tailgating behind my bicycle as I puffed my way up the hill from 12th street NW going east. I am deeply regretful that my presence upon the roads that night caused you to have to drive at a speed that is actually SAFE for this kind of weather. I should have risked instead a fine by bicycling on the unplowed, icy sidewalk or risked my life and ride in that narrow six inches of gutter that was currently full of blocks of muddy ice, half-frozen sludge-snow and dirt.
I know you did this, and then passed me dangerously in the next lane once you got a chance, because your urgent business of getting to the next bar at 9:30 at night on a friday is MUCH more important than me getting home safely and legally. And since I don't like to swear, instead I hope your favorite hockey team suffers a humiliating defeat in the next game they play in.
I am very sorry that I was legally bicycling along sixteenth avenue in the far left lane where I am supposed to be, and you got stuck behind me for a WHOLE HORRIBLE HALF A BLOCK. I very much DO understand why you honked long and repeatedly while tailgating behind my bicycle as I puffed my way up the hill from 12th street NW going east. I am deeply regretful that my presence upon the roads that night caused you to have to drive at a speed that is actually SAFE for this kind of weather. I should have risked instead a fine by bicycling on the unplowed, icy sidewalk or risked my life and ride in that narrow six inches of gutter that was currently full of blocks of muddy ice, half-frozen sludge-snow and dirt.
I know you did this, and then passed me dangerously in the next lane once you got a chance, because your urgent business of getting to the next bar at 9:30 at night on a friday is MUCH more important than me getting home safely and legally. And since I don't like to swear, instead I hope your favorite hockey team suffers a humiliating defeat in the next game they play in.
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