Why do you have to be so blowey this week? You take away from the fun of riding my bike when you try to knock me over. It was bad enough on Sunday, but there were beers and catching up with Hartman halfway through that ride, so I could overlook your attack. But today? Today I rode home from work and you pummeled me in front of traffic. I must have looked like I was in slow motion, fighting against you with all my might. So lay off, would ya?