I took my own advice on yesterday’s ride with Tim. A passenger in a maroon Subaru (with those hard-to-read temporary plates) passed us on Eastern Parkway yelling something with the word “sidewalk” in it. We ignored him.
To be clear, Eastern Parkway is a four-lane divided road. Tim and I were taking the right lane, leaving the left lane free to those that needed to pass.
We passed the same car as he was held up in traffic. He passed us again shortly throwing something at me. I think it was magazines, or junk mail. It was heavier than loose paper, but lighter than a book. It fluttered toward me until bouncing harmlessly off of my back wheel.
Tim and I both attempted to read the license place, but were unable to.
My advice to others has always been “just let it go”, “don’t worry about it”, or “don’t escalate it”. I managed to completely ignore it, and not even get the adrenalin response that normally comes with such conflicts. Being able to control myself made for a much more pleasant ride.
This is only the second time since I started riding in 2008 that I’ve had things thrown at me. It is the first time it’s happened in Kentucky.