Having just perused bicycle fatality statistics*, (one third happen at intersections) I was thinking of them as I crossed to the north of a busy intersection. Once across, I waited at the curb to go west. As I was waiting a man in a pick up started swearing at me. I couldn't quite figure out what he was saying, but I sure got the idea he didn't like something I had done. .I did hear, "It's people like you that raise our taxes!" Looking at him bewildered I pondered: did I cross wrong, not wear a helmet or bright clothing, get in someone's way? Did he know I advocated for the Braid trail? Then as he started off down Millhopper road he shouted, "You crazy people vote for niggers!" Oh, yes I hadn't removed the campaign sticker on the back of my jacket!