Û¥- €­-$$$$$$$22222 < F>…››››››››4Ï? useraddress \* mergeformat Brock Foxworthy Hanson PO Box 45187 Seattle, WA 98145  Road Rage You think you’ve got it, drivers of cars and turtle-slow trucks? Try being a bicyclist. One who’s lived here all his life, more or less. Thirty six years of the traffic getting more and more foul, wound up, and obnoxious. A lifetime of two wheels, and drivers who spew their noxious miasma in your face, don’t pay attention, and nearly run you over. No apologies. On the cell phone. Smoking, tuning the radio, yelling at kids, not checking blind spots, drinking a latte. Road rage, is almost being killed, every third time you go somewhere. And you’re not burning any gas that’s screwing up the environment, tearing up the streets, taking up precious parking places, or making noise. I find myself yelling “F---ing cars!!” Nearly all the time, on a bicycle or a motorcycle. It’s alarming. Driving used to be pleasant here. Car drivers were courteous, and thinner-spaced. Or course, that was before they cut all the forests down, built cheese-ball condos with huge gas guzzling Ford Explorer three car garages far as 40-20 eyes can see, added a kazillion more stoplights, stop signs, bloated city lines, and bad-attitude transplants, driving quick lane change cars. But I’m not bitter, oh no! I like all the new cafes serving the coffee that anxes people out, jamming the freeways for their utterly-wasteful obscene-distance commutes. It used to be lonely late at night, when you were the only car on I-5. Now you have no end of friends, no matter what time you wait at on-ramps to remember why you bother being so pissed-off, driving. Of course, you probably didn’t notice me (though you were looking straight at me) as you turned in front of the oncoming bicycle or motorcycle, four blocks back. ˆ€‚ƒŸ ÚÛåþóö§©­±ØÛ­û÷óïçåáÝÙÕÑÍÉÅÁ½¹µD€‚¸ÆÚÝßáãåðòô©«­úúúúôôôôôîF  Þ-­€­€­> Tms Rmn `Symbol HelvTimes New Roman GaramondZ.>ÿ"ÐU)Z)ß? Road RageBrock Foxworthy HansonBrock Foxworthy Hanson