Several years ago, I bought
a motorcycle to get around San Francisco. It was the best decision I made as I
could zip through choked streets. One afternoon, I cut through the middle of
two lanes of vehicles stopped at a traffic signal. When I was almost at the
very front, my handle bar touched a car stopped on the left. I thought it was a
mild touch and continued forward to the white line. Shortly thereafter that car
started honking. As it was a mild contact, I thought the driver was looking to
pick a fight for nothing. As soon as the light turned green, I sped away. A
mile down the street, I noticed the driver was still following me and honking.
