"You know, you didn't have to drive so close to me back there," I shouted through his sunroof.
"You shouldn't have been riding on the white line," he says as he rolls down his window.
"I'm not supposed to ride in the parking lane, so I was over as far as I could," I said [I know this isn't entirely true, but with no oncoming traffic, there was no reason for him to get so close.]
"Well, then you shouldn't be on the road."
"I have every right to be on this street -- haven't you seen the 'Share the Road' signs?"
And he was gone.
Sad part is, the cop behind us saw the whole thing and just let it go. I'm sort of proud of myself -- I was fairly calm (sort of), I didn't swear or threaten him, and I got his license plate. I'm debating what to do -- I maybe should have stopped at the police station (that was a block away), but I was already running late, and what good would it do anyway? Instead, I'm harboring thoughts of ponying up the $40 for a DMV lookup, and burning wooden bicycles in the guy's lawn.
At any rate, for those of you in Northbrook, be on the lookout for a white caddy, Illinois license plate BHP 322. Caucasian male, bluetooth earpiece more or less permanently stuck to his head. Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh ...
ONLY 107 DAYS TO NATZ!!