birthday present
10 degrees, Park avenue, 7:10 A.M. Cabbie pulls out right into the bike lane, almost hitting me, then stops, then starts again, way too close to my back wheel, driving in the bike lane. I give him the look–he seems to be waving excitedly–then I think, “whatever” and keep going. He pulls up next to me slowly and now I’m thinking,”here comes trouble”. He has his window down and instead of cursing me out, I hear “I’m sorry sir….sorry” and he goes past me.
As bp would say, “That’s what I’m talking ’bout”
Edit:
On the way home that same day, someone pulled into an intersection blocking the bikepath near Hiawatha, and actually threw it into reverse to get out of my way. Unheard of.