I spat on a motorist. More precisely I’m hoping I spat on his windshield.
I’m not proud of or condoning the action. In fact I find spitting to be vulgar, demeaning and mildly violent. All of which supposedly violate my ethic.
This motorist had it coming. It was the first day at school for my partner, who’s a teacher. So I took the day off to let her have the morning to get ready for her first day back after a 16 month maternity leave. Around eleven I left to drop off our two kids at our daycare. With the wind and two kids totaling 60lbs in the trailer it took me about 30 minutes. The action happened on the return trip near the university. I was in the intersection of Westmount and Father David Bauer waiting for the yellow to turn. When I finally got my yellow light I saw a maroon Honda accord about to enter the intersection. I inched forward a foot or so, to encourage him to stop. It didn’t work, he sped up and barreled through the intersection.
I expect a decent human being to see a parent pulling kids on the road and give more room and be protective of everyone who’s on the road. He had no way of knowing that my trailer of precious cargo was empty. This low life barreled through the intersection. I was incensed. I mustered what little phlegm I had and spewed it, aiming for his windshield. I can’t be certain it hit, but I hoped it made it’s mark. While turning in the intersection I stretched a glance to see if the low-life motorist had reacted or had the gumption to turn around. There was no reaction, either he didn’t notice are or knew he was in the wrong.
So there you have it. My ‘papa-bear’ instinct got the better of me.
What have you done in a moment of biker-rage?
My Ride (partner with precious cargo in tow, my ride for the day in question)
Intersection of Westmount & Father David Bauer in Waterloo