I have an anger issue. I can be a hot head. My Irish blood can boil like a bowl of potato soup.
Anyway, I’ll get to the point. Yesterday, after a long work day that included about 60 miles of extra driving I met my wife and kid at the park. She had walked there earlier so I went home, changed into shorts and hopped on my MTB. The ride is less then a 1/4 of a mile, so it’s an easy one.
We had a good time and then had some BK for dinner. I really need to lay off of the fast food. Seriously.
Well, on the way home, wife is pushing the kid in her stroller, I’m riding next to them. I decide to go ahead a little bit and wait on the side of the road in front of the lake trail. Some idiot blew the stop sign and ran my wife and kid off the road almost hitting them. My wife was very shaken, and asked if I’d seen it. Yes. I saw it clearly.
I pulled around on my bike and sped for the jerk. He was stuck in traffic as I came up yelling at him. “Hey, you almost ran over my daughter!”
“No, I didn’t, your wife was in the middle of the road”.
“If you think the middle of the road is on the neighbor’s lawn, then I’ll concede that fact”.
“I was going slow!”
“Sure you were, this is why my wife had to jump out of your way pulling the stroller with her.”
“But I couldn’t see her.”
“Yes, because you were hugging the corner on a residential street.”
Then came some name calling and four letter words. Yes, I have a tongue of silver. Heh. I finished by telling him to “Get outta here”.
I admit, I should have acted gracefully. I probably should have left well enough alone. But when I feel someone has threatened the safety of my family, I have a duty to protect them. So, there is a gray line here. Maybe this fellow will think twice the next time he drives through my neighborhood. Maybe he’ll drive like a normal human being and yield to pregnant ladies pushing toddlers in their strollers.
My one regret is that he had his son in the passenger side witnessing two grown men acting like apes.