I scoff at your inferior driving skills

Without going into too much detail and with far less cursing than I'd like to use, this morning's commute to work was a roller coaster ride through the Hall of Fame of bad drivers. This is not just because I was on a bicycle; if I were in a car, there would have been a full house of scowling and frowning. Suffice it to say that I survive a commute to work each day only because I pay close attention. You really have to put some effort into it if you want to get me off the road.

Rotten scoundrels. Learn how to drive.

And that's all I have to say about that.