Angry at ridiculous, inconsiderate drivers who don't understand the concept of a blind spot. Most people are understandably shocked at my gall, but even more so, I think many wonder how the hell I managed to keep up with them after they narrowly swerved around me going 60 m.p.h.-plus on a city street. If a driver cuts me off, as one did again this morning, I will make every effort, regardless of how it may affect my own safety, to catch up with this errant idiot and make sure he or she knows how angry I am.

But when I get on the bike, all or a sudden I have an uncontrollable low tolerance for human error I have bike rage. In America, that's unsurprisingly pretty effing easy. It's easy to be this way when you assume everyone around you is a lot dumber than you. One of my best traits has always been my ability to be indifferent about damn near everything. And by 'no-nonsense' I really mean I have the non-motorized version of what you'd call 'road rage,' a quality that goes against my very nature (i.e., robotic tendencies and inability to feel emotions).

Get out of that jabroni outfit