CAR CULTURE

On June 4, 1997 while riding my bike home from work I heard honking behind me. I turned around to see that the driver was upset because he couldn't move his big truck in my lane. There were two lanes on each side of the street, I didn't unerstand why he couldn't move into the next lane. He continued to honk and I was unable to get onto the sidewalk because I was next to a curb. He accelorated his vehicle into the next lane and then moved in front of me. Just ahead at the intersection of Cypress and Main he stopped at a red light. I cycled up to him and knocked on his passenger window to tell him off. He refused to lower his window and he started blowing kisses at me. I kept knocking til he lowered it, then I yelled at him and told him I had the right to be on the street. His response was "You don't have a license". At that point the light turned green and he sped away. I wanted to chunk something at his truck. License? What the fuck?! Question internal combustion!