I was honked at for proceeding through an intersection, when I had a green light.
I was approaching Colfax and Sherman from the capitol parking lot, which I love riding through because
- all the congresspeople's license plate numbers are simply their district numbers and I like looking at those; and
- I find it fascinating to note the bumper stickers--and there are many, many!--that our congresspeople choose to put on their cars.
But! I was approaching the intersection from the parking lot, and I noticed the light change in my favor. Scanning the area, I noted there were some pedestrians crossing my path but they were too far away to be of concern, and I noticed there was a queue of cars opposing me waiting to turn left. (Across my path.)
Assessing (note you, having a GREEN LIGHT) an intersection through which it is safe to proceed, I proceeded.
SIDEBAR: As you can see in the photograph above, I was towing a trailer. I had some very large items to deliver downtown, and I had a bulky load of things to bring back from downtown. It required the buggy. I don't know how relevant that actually is. It obviously expanded my length and width until it approximated that of a small automobile.
So, having a green light, I proceed through the intersection.
I'm halfway through it when, BAM! It happens.
Rather, I should say, HONK-ONK-ONK-OOOONK! It happens.
I am horn-blared by a car wanting to turn left.
I was totally surprised and caught off guard.
I looked back at the driver and gave them what I hopped was an adequate Indignantcredulous Flingsalute.
The next car in line had its windows down, and the driver consoled me by calling out their window, "It's alright. You're okay. Keep riding. Okay."
And like that, I was through the intersection, and it was all over.
I had been incomprehensibly, inexplicably disrespected by one motorist; and comforted by another.
Which just goes to prove that "Some are jerks, some are nice, and you can't afford to generalize."
We're all people, you know?