Chances are good if it’s Tuesday morning between 6 and 7 a.m. that’s where you’ll find a core contingent of the mightymighty IAAL‚Ä¢MAF bicyrcling around the Silver Lake Reservoir. We’ve been doing it for a couple months now rather uneventfully — until last week when we were almost partially the cause of a really low-speed bumper thumper that never had to happen (and thankfully didn’t) at the top of the hill on Armstrong.
I qualify our responsibility in the inane event because while we do not dispute that our stopped curbside location contributed to the situation, it was the abject imbecility of one of the motorists that is deserving most of the credit/blame. Such an over-reaction to us coupled with poor driving skills resulted not only in a near miss but also in a half-assed and all-righteous laminated reprimand of us that we discovered this morning nailed to a power pole nearest to where everything went down.
More on that moron later. First, a recap. On August 8 at approximately 6:50 a.m., the four of us were taking what’s become a customary curbside hydration breather on the backside of the reservoir atop Armstrong before heading down the hill to Silver Lake Boulevard and back along the lake’s east side. Granted it’s not exactly the safest place for a siesta, but at that hour there’s not that much traffic around and that’s where we hang. Anyway, coming uphill from Silver Lake Boulevard is a Blue Scion hatchback. Coming in the opposite direction slowly is a red hatchback. As its driver putters to within 100 yards or so one of our party in the midst of telling the rest of us something takes a step or two into the lane while making his point before returning close to the curb well before the red car arrived. Nevertheless to get past us it slows even more and then fully crosses the double-yellow line to go around. The blue hatchback, also traveling at a cautious rate of speed sees this and comes to a full stop. But instead of the red car sliding back over into the proper lane with plenty of room to spare, it goes well past us heading straight towards the blue car in slow-mo only at the last moment diving hard right and barely avoiding a fender bender to continue on its way. All of us breath a sigh at such a whacked display of automobile ineptitude and then the dude driving the Scion pulls up to the hill’s crest and catches us all by surprise when he first yells “Great place to stand!” then punctuates his derision by flipping us the bird as he punches the gas. Not being the mild-mannered and confrontation-avoiding type who can disregard such mass asshattery, I stepped into the street and gave him a double salute in return while simultanesouly inviting him not to run away like a super chickenshit. Declining my offer he goes his way, we go ours and I’m figuring that though there exists the possibility of meeting this guy again, it’s all over and done with.
Then comes this morning’s one-sided myopic and really nicely weather-proofed smackdown:
Our response? Stay tuned for Part II.