Ftrain, by Paul Ford

Wmsbg Bridge in the rain. At one pt. a truck had bisected Kent St. and there were dozens of cars lined up honking. I slipped by and went on and then stopped; I had to wrestle down the urge to go back to the end of the line and ride by each car, pointing down at my bicycle and yelling "too bad you're in a car because this bullshit is no problem for me." But that would have not been productive.