Our practice space is down in Brooklyn, so whenever it's nice we bike down from Queens, usually around 45 minutes. Steve's from out of town, and within 5 minutes of our first bike trip, I've got some guy screaming, "I'll break your fucking face you fucking asshole!" out his car window at me. All I did was smack the hood of his car and shout, "Use your signals!" when he cut me off, was that so wrong?
I've, uh, since toned down the ol' aggression a little, though not by much. In my defense, the worst injury so far is a mild sunburn, so I consider myself a successful shirpa.
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