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Was early Sunday evening,
around half-past-six,
when red car swerved around me,
‘nother lunatic.
Five meters from the stop sign,
fifteen feet away,
coasting to red octagon
red car had to play.

Straight over Cary Parkway,
five miles from home,
I was hungry and fatigued
and my anger showed.
Abstained from obscenities
in words and gestures,
simply reciprocated
as round her I swerved.

She’d slapped down right turn signal
as if to declare,
“I’m turning right at stop sign;
come round if you dare.”
You’d think that I’d know better,
riding forty-years,
I went round her on the left
as I passed her sneered.

I waited in the crosswalk,
through me could not see,
izquierda line of cars,
I waited gamely.
Gladly blocked her line of sight,
gladly made her wait,
at first opportunity
did not hesitate.

Crossed over Cary Parkway
ped’ling to my home;
exchanged neither word nor glance,
made my feelings known.
I do not care for bullies
won’t be pushed around,
when I ride my bicycle
courtesy abounds.

But streets and life are two-way,
rules we must uphold,
all I ask is courtesy
as we share the road.
Was early Sunday evening,
around half-past-six,
when red car swerved around me,
‘nother lunatic.