Minneapolis. If you see a late model Saab, license plate KAR-553, color seafoam (mint?) green, by all means, harass, harangue, and/or just fucking throttle the driver/occupants. Tonight, riding home from work around 7:30 pm near Lowry Hill these two jackoffs waited for us to cross an intersection, even though we had a stop sign and they didn't, and after we passed they turned, followed us and and as they got next to us threw a bucket of water on my back. I gave chase and caught 'em at the next corner, heaved my U-lock at the hood giving it a small dent, but what I wouldn't have given for a full on nuclear assault. I was seething, and these two frat-boys knew it as they roared away in Mommy's little monster. I wanted to break their windshield and their fucking kneecaps as well. In retrospect, it was just water, and I continued to my original destination – the liquor store for a 6er of MindBlock. No one was hurt, but why do motherfuckers think it's alright to hassle cyclists? I don't know the answer to that, but the entire episode brought to the mind the title of an essay I read a few years ago on a Toronto website: "A Bullet For Every Driver." Harsh? Yeah, I guess it is. But fuck 'em. I would not hesitate to beat down any of these fucking perps who think that just because they're behind the wheel of a large automobile that they can hassle you and me. So watch your back. The spring brings out the creep scene like never before. F-it. It's 2:15 a.m. and I gave up the Wednesday night ride to do my taxes. Joy. -Hurl