Yesterday:
This guy on a biCycle was buzzed by a guy on a crotch rocket, and (rightfully) so, gave the offender the bird. To which the moto man flipped a bitch and confronted him- (Jeff and I were witnessing) and the young man in lyrca was obviously scared as the big bad leather dick revved his engine, made the back tire squeal-n-smoke and then bumped it into the kid's leg!
Mr. bad man sped off with his "rrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee" blaring, and we checked in (like good lil bike faeries) with the kid. "Yeah, I am shaken up. I am TIRED OF BEING PUSHED AROUND", said the lad. As he continued with his shaky voice, a man crossing the intersection (on a bike), bailed rounding the hill-ish corner, and slid towards a car, to which swerved onto the sidewalk, and missed him! R-O-D-E-O.
So, after Jeff and I felt that college boy #1 was fine with his leg burn, we crossed to the guy who was patching up his arm, and looking at his bike...
We sprinkled our Care Bears Care dust, and were then free to enjoy our post ride dinner, on the other end of town, with material to reflect on, and somewhat laugh at.

I told the guy who went down that I knew how he felt- but really I don't. I just know how it feels to crotch the bar, and well, when I was 10ish I had a bad spill down a hill-
But I know the joys of movement, and we're bound to fall. Just gotta get back up.