I suppose there are many reasons (justified or not) car drivers might have to honk at a bicyclist, but I’m sure I suffer only one kind: the territorial hoot — an animalistic cry in the wilderness whose exigence is the transgression of territory by a feared or loathed other.
This is also known as being a jerk.
What’s amusing is the addition of stupidity.
BTW, I believe I am now having great success controlling my anger at honks by choosing to be amused by them
So there I was on Grand stopped at the light on National heading west. There are two through lanes and right-only and left-only turn lanes. I was positioned in the middle of the right-most through lane behind a car. There were two cars stopped in the left through lane — so four of us waiting for the green light.
Now along comes a fellow who has all kinds of time to make a lane decision. He can plainly see — if he’s paying attention — that there are two cars in the left lane and a car and a bicycle in the right lane. He’s obviously continuing through on Grand. So what does he choose to do?
Yep. Pulls in behind me.
OK, no problem with that as long as he realizes I won’t be covering the vast distance of this big intersection at anything like the speed of most cars. If he’s in a hurry — an essential of the American car-driver condition — he’d be better off taking third position in the left lane.
So the light turns green. We all proceed forward. Then I can hear him behind me gunning his engine — whoom! whoom! whoom! Just as we clear the intersection, he close-passes me and honks.
I just laughed. Sitting as high as I do on my bicycle I’m sure he could see the big grin on my face.