Wednesday, October 4

Beautiful morning - 67 and sunny.

Got honked at twice today. A guy honked at me on Memorial Drive and pointed out his window at the sidewalk - telling me, I gather, to ride there instead of the street. Well, as they say during the Critical Mass ride, "Whose streets? My streets." The problematic thing about harassing a cyclist in the city is that often times the cyclist can catch up to a car quite easily and call them on their bad behavior. I have done this on several occasions with mixed results. Today I was able to catch up to the fellow, and was in full swing with my U-Lock, about to take out his rear driver side window, when the light turned green and he was off. Too bad. I love it when the U-Lock hits the window and sends a hailstorm of auto glass into the back seat, while the driver stares in wide-eyed, uncomprehending horror at what you have just visited upon them.

I'm just kidding, of course. It's a beautiful day and I am not angry. Speaking of anger, it's Charlton Heston's birthday today - he's 83. I'm not going to get into the whole NRA thing, but I will cite this interesting piece of trivia I found on Wickipedia about Heston: "In Greece, his name is written as "Charlton Easton" because "Heston" has scatological connotations in Greek (χέσ'τον = 'shit him')."

So, from now on if someone honks at me, I'll simply shout "Heston!" at them. Little will they know that I am cursing in Greek.