I was involved in an altercation tonight.
I left school on my motorcycle and was driving along on Laurier. I had decided to take a scenic route home. I pulled up to a light in the right lane and a car entered the lane behind me, then jumped the curb and pulled up beside me! (I was, of course, in the blocking position.) He rolled down his window and asked “what the f*** was that?” Timing was on my side, as the light turned green at just the right moment for me to fill his ear with the roar of my engine and I was off. I heard a squeal of a tire (not mine) and did worry for a block or two that I was being followed by this “cager”, but lucky for me this was not the case.
He may have had a valid complaint. Maybe I spooked him. I’ll take a lesson away from it, but I fault him for encroaching in my space. And, really, what is someone going to say to you if you pull up beside them and say that?
After the altercation I went to Puzzles and met a group of people, including Jeff Howard. Puzzles has been his bar for 30 years, and he is a self-proclaimed dart player. He was quite drunk, but he was still able to throw slightly better than anyone from our group.