What is it with the day-after-humpday mornings on Venice Boulevard that brings out the tards, either mobile or stagnant? It’s a conspiracy I tell you! On March 6 it was an affected young lady in a Silver VW Bug who felt entitled to honk at me and my bike to get out of her way whilst she traversed the stretch of bike lane between Fairfax and La Cienega as her own private expressway.
Two weeks later to the day (and practically the hour) we have this utilitard pictured above (click image to triplify), at a complete stop fully blocking the bike lane despite having open access with which the sumbitch could’ve pulled to the dangblasted curb like any decent nonidiot would have done.
I suppose I should be thankful the operator went to the trouble of engaging the hazard lights prior to vacating the vehicle because A) that automagically makes everything all better and B) otherwise without the blinking illumination I no doubt would have smashed headling into its giant whiteness instead of having time to unholster the cam for a snap and signal left before easing just over the white line into the traffic lane and thereby forcing the motorist passing me to freak the hell out because clearly I — poof! — appeared from out of thin air. In a surprisingly calm reaction to the ensuing apopleptic fit coupled with an invective spew paired to an adamant middle finger flown my way I found it all absolutely hilarious that once again I was the bad guy.