Today I managed to get yelled at by a kid on a bike. How, you ask? To answer the obvious burning question, the answer is no. I did not drive so slow as to get in his way
. The situation was much stupider than that. I'm driving along and see a pack of cars ahead of me moving kinda slow. Through that pack I see three or four kids on little BMX bikes driving in my direction. Typical kids just out on a nice day, right? Not so much. Somehow they had got it in their heads that it would be a good idea to rid three-abreast down the road on their left side and tie up traffic. Eventually I got their and one decided to make a suicide dive across the road a hundred yards or so in front of me. No big deal, since I was pretty much crawling along trying not to kill them. But I did honk, and the one in the lead decided to start yelling something at me that I couldn't hear over the XM. (Just as well, but I picked up the gist from the hand gestures. Something about "we're number one" if you get my drift.) After stealthing through that I went on to have a very good afternoon segment despite slightly cooler temps (46F, tank sitting at 55.5mpg.)
Freakin' weird. I kinda figured people didn't become a-holes until they actually got cars, or at least a learner's permit. My guess is that these fine young men have learned well from their parents. It's good to know that the next generation is there, ready to continue the tradition of making the road a miserable place to be.