Well, here is the first post. Today started out as a normal commute. I took it easy and hopped on the red train. For those who do not live in the Portland metro area, we have light rail that has bike hangers on the cars. The red train goes from the Beaverton Transit Center to the Portland International Airport, and the blue train goes from Hillboro to Gresham. At the time of the morning that I am catching the train (or MAX), I can catch either the red or blue line as they come out of where they are kept. You begin to see the same people day after day and get to know them. While I usually do not get into conversation with people on the train, I make observations and give them nicknames. Now, back to today's commute. There is a guy that has the nickname "DICK!". He gets on and off the MAX at the same stops that I do. He has to stand right in front of the doors when the train is arriving, and I like to try to get off first when we get to Goose Hollow. When I first started commuting, I was courteous to other MAX riders, and this guy would always let me get off first. What he has started doing lately is sighing when he sees me waiting to get off the train. Well, today was no different, except that I had to go back to the second car because the first on did not have bike hangers, and I didn't feel like standing. DICK! always wants to ride in the front of the train, so I figured that I had avoided him today. WRONG! He followed me to the second car. Now you can see why I gave him the nickname DICK!

The ride through downtown was normal, with the exception of the old guy that was riding on the sidewalk, ignoring traffic lights. I've seen him before, and have wanted to jam my pump through his front spokes. Riding a bike in a big city is tough enough without stupid people on bikes breaking the law. People see him, and decide to lump me with him as a renegade biker. Anyway, the ride through downtown continued without incident until I got to the Burnside bridge. As I was coasting down the east side, I see another idiot. I had to move over because he was riding against traffic in the bike lane. This level of stupidity goes beyond wanting to jam my pump in his spokes, I want to to clothesline him! I've seen him before, and he gets belligerent when I tell him to get on the right side of the road. He will get hit one of these days, and I will feel no sorrow for him. His idiocy got him into the situation, even though at least one person told him he was wrong. The rest of the ride was uneventful.

The ride home was usual, with the exception of the absolute fool in the SUV at the SW Millikan Way and TV Highway intersection. He had his stereo so loud, it made my ears ring. As he sprayed me with pebbles because he was in a hurry I loudly questioned his parentage and told him to go and procreate himself. Moron!