Bike commuters, I don't know how you do it. I rode 6 blocks from my office to get my hair cut. Construction workers stopped me at an intersection where they're replacing some sewer lines. I waited. When it was my turn my foot slipped out of the pedal clip. The guy in the Audi A4 convertible across from me, "Go you fucking faggot. You're on a bike! Go faggot or I will kill you, fucking faggot!!!" Impotent rage will be the end of humanity. Me=unsettled. Got my hair cut and a tasty cheesesteak with a Mexican Coke, at least.