Road Rage

Whoever said that, you don't really learn to swear until you learn to drive, couldn't have made a truer statement. As a teenager I had a fascination with riding a bike, as an adult it's my worst dream come true. I do love my city, warts and all, but maneuvering a vehicle through the roads is a horror story. What's worse? Being a woman who is handling the bike. The men on the other modes of transport derive perverse pleasure in making our lives miserable by coming precariously close to us. We are so not amused. You can shove your MCP-ness where the sun don't shine.
Right from the cyclists, motorists, share autos, cabbies and even bus drivers, they think the whole god damned roads is their ancestrial property and driving like possessed souls is their birth right. Get a life people!
Its not funny when you do your stunts on the bikes for godaloneknows what reason. The urge to beat the crap out of these people is irrepressible, trust us we are completely capable of bashing the living daylights out of you.
And what in the name of God are the cops doing on the road? Playing audience to some maniacal road show? They simply watch on with a nonchalant look on their face and all they can ever do right is take "gifts" from traffic offenders to release them and feed their already bursting pot bellies. I could really go on and on with the ranting, but I'm feeling a little calmer now. Watch out men... Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!