Living here, I am ready for anything on the streets of Boston, whether I am biking, walking, or driving. But what is it about beautiful weather that seems to bring out the nuts? Two cases this morning:
(1) Driving in on Beacon Street down the long hill in front of BC, and I see in my rearview mirror an "adult" bicycle rider drafting off of my car -- roughly 6 inches from my rear bumper. I finally get him off my tail and suggest through my open window that he is crazy and that what he is doing is REALLY dangerous. (What if I have to stop suddenly, for example.) He says, "No, it's fun."
(2) Upon arriving in town, I park at Landmark and need to crossing Park Drive by foot. There is no turning traffic, and I have the walk signal, but it changes to flashing "don't walk" as I am halfway across. A T bus driver (bus #0257) turning into the intersection blasts his horn at me for getting in his way and points to the flashing sign in support of his action.