When I’m riding, I shrug everything off. Two years ago I was sitting at the corner of Smithfield and Blvd of the Allies, and a guy pulls up next to me and just starts spewing profanities about me and bikers and about how he was going to run me over and if he hit another biker he was going to jail again. Good for him. I just pulled my phone out of my bag and he skee-daddled. That said, I was fighting the urge to yell back.