hey fuq-u, get a car.

the scene:

My brakes: SQEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Me (from behind the dump truck and accompanying trailor): "Hey @ss h#l&! what the f^$%! was that?"

Me (along side the dumper, eye contact with the "driver," Mr. Witty): "Easy, easy, easy!"

Mr. Witty: "Easy? Hey, fuq-u, get a car."

yes, my initial reaction was combative. he might take a moment, as he's passing me approaching the red light, to consider the differences in the physics of my 30lb vehicle and his 500,000 ton one.

but boy, do i feel put in my place.

i mean, all persons riding bikes should get a car. that will solve everything.

please, all cyclists out there, be careful.