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.

Jason wishes to remind idiot cyclists that traffic lights apply to them as well and that next time, they might not be so lucky.