Once, in a rather affluent California town, I was stopped with the front of my car halfway in the bike lane so I could view oncoming traffic from the left, in order to pull out. I watched for several seconds as a man on a bike road straight towards me and accidentally ran into my stationary car. There was no damage, and he was unharmed.

I rolled down my window to apologize, as my car was technically in the bike lane. When I did so, this man scowled at me as if I had slapped his mother, and rode off in a huff.

I suppose the moral of this story is that anyone can be an asshole, but try extra hard to not be an asshole when you’re in the machine that can kill.