Riding home from work, an underbone rider wearing an unbuckled helmet and racing tsinelas raced past me as I turned a corner near my house. As he raced past me he flipped me the finger, for reasons I can only think his all too feeble mind could think of. Of course the angry bird was flipped as he was well past me. I decided to give the pea brain a dose of his own medicine.
It was quite obvious that he saw me coming up from behind since he suddenly sped away and began weaving. I eventually caught up with him since I was running faster (not crazy fast, mind you), in the corners. I rode up right beside him, looked him straight in the eye and rained angry bird after angry bird on him. Yup, it was childish, but darn it felt good! Justice ha!
Now I don’t recommend nor even encourage this kind of behavior, but my patience can only take so much.