I was probably too hard on the bitch in the SUV at Starbucks on Saturday. Maybe she just got back from a ferocious workout and was rewarding herself with a iced skim latte. Maybe she'd just had an argument with her significant other. Maybe she was concentrating on what was she going to do about that horrible perm she got, and was too consumed by it to realize that bicyclists have every right to be in the curb lane, even if it is on Highway 100 just north of Janesville Road.
Or maybe I should stop giving people the benefit of the doubt all the time.