Harassment

I had a near perfect cycling day.  Allow me to enumerate.

First:  The weather - cool 60's and clear in the morning and pleasant 70's and a little overcast during the day.  The was a light breeze to keep you from sweat staining a dress shirt on a lunch run, but not enough to impede progress.   

Second:  The ride - commuted to work and felt great.  I set a few PRs on my way in.  At lunch, I rode a few miles up the street and met my wife and kids and rode back to work.  After work, I finished the commute home.  Three separate rides in one day - that's a record!

Third:  The energy - recently I have struggled with my energy levels.  Most of this has to do with managing diabetes in day to day life.  Integrating cycling with this has been a challenge for me.  Over the past week I have found my rhythm with my riding and blood sugar management.  

Fourth:  The harassment - I was nearly home on my commute from work when I am run onto the shoulder by a green pickup truck.  The driver slows to match my speed, rolls down the window and begins to verbally berate me because he didn't think I stopped for long enough at a stop sign before pulling out.  Granted, it was not my longest pause, but I did slow down and check to make sure nothing was coming.  Obviously, he saw this as he came up the hill and decided he was going to fix all that was wrong in the world.  I was clipping along at about 20mph and couldn't say much.  After about a quarter of a mile of just taking it from this guy I noticed that there was oncoming traffic and this guy was still looking at me and trying to instill some sort of apathy in me.  I got up enough breath to remind him that he needed to watch the road while driving. "I am watching the road"  he shouted as he was looking straight at me (and not the road).  Oh well.  While you might think this distracted from everything else that was going right, I look at it as a badge of honor.  It is official.  I have earned my stripes as a cyclist by being berated mid ride by some vigilante motorist hell bound on righting traffic infractions as he sees them.

Like I said - a near perfect cycling day.