Two months into my bike commute, I met the first d-head in Tucson on the road. Probably provoked by my passing at the intersection, this guy took half of the bike lane and revved his engine like crazy when he caught up with me. What's funny about this incidence is that this guy has a pair of fake balls installed on his truck, and I can see them shaking violently as he drives away. The disgusting view is quite pathetic when you think about it.
Normally I don't really care what people do to their cars. But if someone is willing to go out of their way to harass me, I guess I am entitled to ridicule them in my diary.