Well, it only took a week. Told myself that I’d wait a month after IMOO before swimming/riding/running again. Warm weather & a pleasant mood drew me out of the house Sunday for a relaxing bike ride along a familiar route. It’s much more enjoyable when you’re riding for fun instead of a purpose.
Stopped at a red light. Instead of stopping all the way to the right along the curb, I stopped more toward the left, so I wouldn’t be in the way of cars turning right. The light is still red.
From behind I hear “blah, blah, blah, bike path, blah, blah, yeah I’m talking to you, blah, blah, blah…” Quick glance back reveals a woman in a new pea-green VW Beetle.
Perturbed that someone is attempting to spoil my good mood, once the light turns green I move to the center of the lane and proceed to ride there until through the intersection. I then move all the way to the right to allow traffic to pass.
Green Beetle pulls along side and matches my speed. (You know that when a car matches your speed, it’s only going downhill from there. Why don’t women lift their tops or ask for a phone number instead when this happens? I digress. 
) In an angry voice I was told I should be using the bike path instead of the (her) road. I glanced inside the car to see a large, red-faced woman in a (oddly matching) green moo-moo. There was even a matching green flower stuck somehow to the dashboard.
Ruin my mood, will ya. I couldn’t resist. “If you ever got on a bike, you wouldn’t worry about it.”
I think she heard me through the fat rolls on her ears, since she immediately sped up, pulled off the road at the next driveway, and opened her door to get out. I didn’t have any food on me, so I think she was about to give me a piece of her mind. I rode by & didn’t acknowledge she even existed.
For the next 30 seconds I expected to be run over from behind. That never happened. For the next 10 minutes I expected an enraged husband to cut me off in his pickup, then beat me with a tire iron. Never happened either. Good.
An hour later, on a different road, some other yahoo stuck his head out the window and said something about a bike path. I stayed where I was at, smiled, and gave an exaggerated wave with my right arm.
Only when it got too dark I moved to the bike path. And I was still in a good mood.
Moral of the story: Your good mood is your own. Don’t let others ruin it and don’t worry about what other people think or say.