A friend and I were recently riding our bicycles in the Greenspring Valley area north of Baltimore on a beautiful afternoon. We were in single file, and I, in the rear, called out “Car back!” to signal to my companion that a car was approaching from behind. As we hugged the white line, a newish yellow Volkswagen Beetle, adorned with multiple large peace stickers, passed us slowly—slowly enough that we were quite capable of seeing the passenger in the vehicle extend the unambiguous international hand gesture intended to exclaim, “F@#% YOU!”
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Cycling, Peace Signs & the Middle Finger
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A friend and I were recently riding our bicycles in the Greenspring Valley area north of Baltimore on a beautiful afternoon. We were in single file, and I, in the rear, called out “Car back!” to signal to my companion that a car was approaching from behind. As we hugged the white line, a newish yellow Volkswagen Beetle, adorned with multiple large peace stickers, passed us slowly—slowly enough that we were quite capable of seeing the passenger in the vehicle extend the unambiguous international hand gesture intended to exclaim, “F@#% YOU!”