Motorists who harass bicyclists are bullies. They seem to forget that we are human too, which is why making eye contact with a smile is an important tool in the cyclists' arsenal. Makes a noticeable difference. I remember one time I was nicely in the shoulder and some motorist tried to bully/intimidate me by getting into my space. I just pedaled on unfazed, caught up to him at a stoplight and made the following exchange:
Me (with a big grin): "Tag, you're it!"
Him: "How you catch up to me so fast?"
Me: "Ride your bike with me and I'll show ya! And don't worry about crazy Jersey drivers. I'll teach you how to tame the dragon. Well, see ya!"
And I pedaled off. Dude was probably all shell shocked like "WTF just happened?!?!?!"
And if I have to get tough, I'm someone who would pull the reasoning of, "Look, you have two tons of steel protecting you. I only have these shorts. If I hit you, it will be nothing, but if you hit me, I could end up in the hospital or possibly die. Do you really want that on your conscience?"
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I've had to purge a whole bunch of stuff lately (for reasons I'd rather not reveal publicly on the Internet) and I wish I had wizard magic where I could just point to stuff and it would disintegrate.
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As for haps... I don't know if it's stress, depression, a lack of restful sleep, or a vitamin deficiency, but I've been supremely drained of late. It all came to a head today when I could barely do my current workout at even HALF my capacity. Like how did I become such a scattered, unfocused, unmotivated, weakling all of a sudden? This isn't like me at all.