Because I spit a mouthful of coffee on his windshield, after he'd tried to run me off the road and was honking at me.
That's why he was so mad--- I don't blame him for getting P.O'd-- after he realised his car would need to be washed.
But, when you mess with me, it's me you're messing with.
And yes-- I do ride in the road if the speed of traffic permits it. As soon as I start slowing down traffic, It's off to the right. The cars WANT me to be on the right so they can pass. But when I'm still in the right lane (where the cars wanted me to be) at the stoplight, suddenly, they don't want me in the right lane.
I guess I should let 50 cars pass me, then once they are all past, get in the travel lane again, and wait for the light--- and all 50 cars to go through--- then I'll be the last one in line, and won't have the weight to activate the light. Yeah, great idea.
Or, I could travel to the front of the line in the same lane that all the cars wanted me to be travelling in to begin with.
first, it's "Why doesn't that damn moped get over to the right"
then it's "Why is that damn moped passing me on the right..."
So, auto drivers, they get it both ways. I get to the right, so they can pass, then I stay on the right so I can pass.
But, remember, that when I go to work in the morning (when the fight happened), I remain entirely in the bike lanes, and totally over to the right. I ride one handed, at the far right at about 10 mph, and I finish my coffee on the way to work. the ride is perfect distance, so I finish the hot cup o joe right as I pass the trashcan at the main entry to work.
Usually, I drive like the road is all mine. Breakdown lane, travel lane, any lane. That's when I have both hands on the bars-- I ride my moped like it's a mountain bike with a motor.
But, on the day of the fight, I was always as far to the right as can be. going very slow too-- not in the way of any traffic at all.
After all the stupid moves I've made on my moped, I was amused that the fight started without me doing anything really bad. However, the coffee covering the windshield did not help the situation--- that's probably what made him stop and get out.
If I saw "me" on a moped, the last thing I'd do is think "How can I spend more time, closer to that person...."
Obviously, the automobile driver considered this, and decided: " I'd like to be very close to that man, for at least 10 minutes, to start my day off right..."
If I had seen me, I would have thought: "That's a person I don't want to spend any time near. Obviously crazy-- weighs about 230, has an insane grin and is riding a moped playing loud music and drinking coffee...."
Yeah, I can be a lousy driver, but you might not want to discuss that with me first thing in the AM. You'll either be wearing hot coffee, or bleeding all over yourself.
Why was he so mad? Let me count the reasons:
1. He didn't have a moped and was in a cage
2. the moped going 10 mph was getting to work faster than he was.
3. everytime he tried to get me angry, he was the one who got more mad than I.
4. Honking at me got him a windshield full of coffee, fresh from my mouth.
5. Repeatedly calling him a "bitch" while he tried to explain his problem(s) to me.
6. Pounding him to a bloody mess after kicking my defenseless moped.
So, there were several reasons he wasn't pleased with me.
The only thing I've done differently since the fight is install a coffee cup holder, so I have a place to put my coffee when I get into a 'situation' that needs both hands on the bars. I did end up spilling my coffee during the scuffle, which made me even more anxious to pound the cager to a pulp.
I still can't imagine seeing a person who looks like me, on a moped, and deciding: "I'm going to get up close to that guy and tell him how I think he should be driving and then kick his moped...."
Does that sound like good planning?
If a piece of my moped had fallen off when he kicked it--- oh, my word. Things would have been a lot worse for both of us.