What It’s Like to Be Threatened on a Bicycle

Yesterday afternoon, I was riding toward SW Madison Street on 3rd Avenue, when a dark burnt-orange SUV honked at me. Startled, I yelled, “Don’t honk at cyclists!” The older man, gray hair, bearded, slim build, actually pulled over in front of me, opened his door and yelled, “YOU ARE A DUNT! Know what that means?…