Do I Make You Horny, Baby!?

I ask because I certainly got some guy in the Lexura coupe behind me all hot and bothered. Admittedly I was daydreaming southbound on Madison and missed the red turning to green in front of Sony Pictures in Culver City, hotbed of a high-speed transit corridor that it is.

Of course, I realized my absentmindedness a split second too late for the fellow and thus suffered the indignity of the driver burping his luxury vehicle’s over-compensating horn at me because how dare I make him a couple seconds late in getting to the red light a couple hundred feet away at Culver Boulevard.

The horror.

As you’ll clearly hear from my reaction, he got me a little steamy as well. And yes, for the WTF insult of the day I refer to him derisively as a “chicken bone.” I have no idea where that came from other than some sort of free-association thing. G’head, dwell on it.

Couple small points of order that motorists might be wise to heed:

1) Exploring opportunities that allow you not to be an impatient dick is a good thing.

2) It’s important to climb out of your coccoon of self-absorbed superiority and understand that in your hermetically sealed, sound dampened, climate-controlled cockpit full of burled wood and hand-rubbed Corinthian leather while thrilling over the latest offering from Kenny G, your motherfucking horn is not NEARLY as loud as it is to the cyclist whose ass you’ve pulled right up behind.