As much as I complain about the lack of originality on the part of the people who are *ahem* sensitive about bikes on their precious roadways?
Today I flipped off a redneck.
He was totally asking for it and I'm afraid I went primal. He was behind me (and I'm talking he could've taken a sip from my water bottle) in his Ford F2000432 Hemi Elephantine Gas Waster and he honked for, I'm not kidding, 90 seconds.
As he wooshed around me - there it went. A mind of its own, my middle finger had. How base. How unoriginal.
It reminds of something a police officer told me when I was 16 and sitting in my friend's backseat after getting pulled over - "And YOU. . .Keep your little fingers to yourself."