So today was a tough training ride. I had to ride painstakingly slow to maintain a low HR for endurance training. The reward for 40 miles of this (other than frozen fingertips): A Tobacco Juice Shower.
Now I’m exaggerating a little bit. It was only on my leg. Although, it did surprise me when it happened. And of course, as a cyclist, this is all my fault.
Yes, I was riding on a single-lane road at a slow speed and taking up a few inches to the left of the white line (although as far to the right as possible on this narrower stretch).
Yes, I must have forced the SUV of fellow citizens to slow down as they passed me (only to turn right seconds later into a school parking lot).
And yes, I know that I have a legal right to share the road, but I guess that doesn’t matter.
And I am sure the driver was unaware of a nationwide push to enact a “Three Feet” Law that already exists in Tennessee. The driver may have forgotten that those few inches between his side-view mirror and my head may be inches I decide to use in the last second to avoid a piece of glass on the road.
With all this in mind, I’m sure the passenger felt it necessary to teach me a lesson in bicycle safety and throw a cup full of tobacco-laden water at me. I’m sure he was aiming for my legs as just a subtle reminder as to who “owns the road.” Certainly he knows that if it had hit my face I may have lost concentration and swerved into the lane in front of the next car. Not sure, I would have learned a lesson that way–maybe my fatherless children would have.
Since it was all my fault, I did not follow the SUV into the school parking lot to apologize for my transgression (after all, I might have been misunderstood and gotten pummeled in the process).
Since it was all my fault, I didn’t go into the parking lot and wait until they left the car unattended and let all the air out of the tires (after all this would ignite their simmering dislike for cyclists and maybe they’d do something worse next time).
No. Instead I thought, there must be something positive I can do. Since it was all my fault after all. So I decided to give a friendly wave to every driver who had to wait even a second (due to oncoming traffic) to pass me using a three-foot clearance. I gave a friendly wave to all of them hoping positive reinforcement would help build a more positive relationship between drivers and cyclists.
I won’t mention the kind of wave I provided my tobacco-chewing friend.

