so some a-hole in a red subaru forester decides that he is having a bad day and doesn't think bicycles have any right to the road. I was having an great ride on this 70deg early march day, when I was suddenly scared to death by this car passing within inches of my side. Then he stops and asks what my problem is, as i'm grabbing my throbbing chest from the shock of near death. Then it gets good...police were called, and he tails me for the next 2 miles down mountain road like a stalker. I called mis to come get me not knowing what this psycho killer might do...turn around and go wait for my ride, call 911 and tell them my story. So I end up back at home and have a nice hike with mis and mars before wendy's memorial service.