I was riding on a nice road that is slightly downhilly, 30 mph speed limit,
and approaching the street's first stop light. Since I was getting close to
the intersection, I am now firmly in the lane, and then a black Cadillac
Esclanade seems to think that it needs to be precisely where I was, and
muscles me out of my spot. I don't argue with large vehicles with drivers
bent on homicide. My emotional response: indignance.
A block or two, and we're at the next light, waiting, and I'm right behind
it. I decide I'm going to do the grafitti thing again, [emotion now:
impudence] and I pull off my glove and write the word "SMILE" on the damp
dust on the back window. I start to draw multiple smilies, and I can tell
that I have both amused the kids in the car and agitated the driver. But
what the heck -- she intruded on my personal space, so I see nothing wrong
with intruding on hers. And I'm being nice. I'm not writing, [ahem], "*&%$
you", which could have been my sentiment. Instead, I'm writing "smile", and
making happy faces.
As it so happens, since the road is sort of downhilly as I said, and there's
various lights and traffic, I end up being behind the Caddy for a couple of
miles. My average speed was probably about 26, and the car would start to
pull away from me, but I'd catch up pretty easily, and we'd be together
again, idling at the next light. I could tell my presence was really bugging
the driver, and the kids were egging me on.
It was fun. I finally turned off to the right to climb Bel-Red Road, and the
Caddy sped away.
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Claire Petersky
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