I'm riding in a fairly high end part of the city ( Royal York and Bloor for those who know Toronto). Most houses are in the $600k - $1 million range. You'd figure that SOMEONE there has got some sense. I'm coming up Royal York towards Bloor and this BLOODY prick in his nice, shiney, new, black, fucking, oh-so-more-important- than-anyone-else Lexus come FLYING past me, on the wrong side of the road, cuts me off and almost clips my front end. I was in a bad enough mood and this was IT! I keep going and I catch up to him at the lights. Keep in mind this is just after 5pm so it's right in rush hour. I pull up right in front of his car accross the lane, totally blocking him. I got off and went to his window. I had to restrain myself from grabbing his keys and tossing them into the sewer. He starts freaking on me telling me to "get that fucking piece of shit out of the way.". First I told him to cram it, and then I became three years old and told him to make me. HE says "Don't make me get out of this car 'cause you'll regret it". I'm thinking Lexus=$+him hitting me=$=happy me so I begged him to please try and do something. He wisely stayed in the car. We've now gone through 2 green lights and the cars are getting pissed and there is now a really big crowd watching this. I mean there must have been 40 people watching. He starts to back up and almost hits the car behind him before he even realized that anyone was there. He starts freaking again for me to move the 'ped or he'll run it over. I start thinking 26 year old 'ped with a shit clutch getting run over and him having to fix it=$=happy me so I told him to go ahead if he had the balls. Of course he didn't. He asked me what my fucking problem is and what will it take for me to move. I see the crowd and I respond "Admit you're a fucking asshole who doesn't know the first thing about the rules of the road or simple common courtesy. Admit you are wrong, and say that you're sorry for almost killing me back there when you cut me off"! He gets this blank look on his face and mumbles something. I yelled at him "Speak up asshole. No one can hear you"! I was fuming at thins point and I think he realized I was ready and willing to hurt him. He actually admitted he was an asshole and everything I told him to say. The entire crowd burst into laughter. I smiled at him and told him to remember this conversation because I had his licence plate and I can find out where he lived. I road away with a HUGE smile on my face. This was the most fun I've had a 5 green lights ever!!!!!
BTW Ree, YOU WOULD LOVE RIDING ON TORONTO!!!!!!!