I realized the window was open after the second "cunt" Flying down a long road today, averaging about 30mph on my bike, roads are empty because the world is shut down. Going for a Strava KOM because why not? And then as I approach a round-about a block from the end... I notice a Ford F150 lumbering toward me, just enough into the round-about that it technically has the right of way. It's going obnoxiously slow, but it's also 5,000lbs of steel, with another ~550lbs of flesh in the front seats, so I can't justify trying to cut in front of it. The driver is one of those upper-50s men who uses a riding lawnmower, a snowblower, and has someone else fetch his beer for him. Easily 6ft and 280lbs. Next to him is a curly-haired pile of Crisco, same weight as him, but only 4'11" on a good day. He's driving slow so his pigwife can shovel a spoon from a Baskin Robbins cup into her extra wide mouth. She has that look we all know of a fat that's getting its heroin fix via sugar and excess calories. I slow from 30 to 8mph, seeing my KOM disappear into thin air, and I instinctively yell, "You cunt! You fat fucking CUNT!!" And as I see both of their heads jerk to the side, I realize the rear window is open. You know that 10" wide window that lets rancid sweat fumes exit the rear of the cab? It was open, and they got to hear me. I didn't regret it for a second.