I just got honked at. The last honk was 16 August. So this is a fairly rare event for me.
Today’s honk (just 15 minutes ago) occurred on Cherry St. where it runs along the north edge of the MSU campus. On one side of the road is dormitory parking and on the other side of the road are fraternity and sorority houses.
Someday I’m going to make a map of honks in Springfield (with the limited data available). I think it might show that demographics play more of role than road features. For example, today’s honker was a young woman who appeared to be college age. Perhaps a resident of the area. Other honkers along this road — the place where I suffer the most honks — have been (stereotypically) “frat boys.”
This was interesting: Cherry is sharable. I was riding to the right but not in the gutter. There was a fairly steady stream of cars in both directions. I was not impeding her progress in any way. I saw her coming in my mirror and noted that she was positioned properly for a safe pass with at least a 3-foot margin. No problem. But then the honk. WTH? So I look back and see the problem. She’s talking on a cell phone. I’ve apparently startled her — her phone call, obviously, being more important than controlling a dangerous machine along a street teeming with other cars, pedestrians, and bicyclists.