Dillingham Haggblom

Loose Tongues—01/12/09

Small white wagon—ride in, about 7:10 am, D street (past Napa)—I saw there was a car behind me that wouldn’t catch up with me before I turned left onto Seward Street (between UAF and Wells Fargo), so I correctly merged from the right shoulder into the right motorized vehicle lane, signaled for the left turn, and as I was turning onto Seward Street, the car driver honked at me from behind.  I continued the turn and correctly moved to the right shoulder of Seward Street.  The car driver also turned, and continued to honk at me as they drove past.  There is no other place to ride here.  They made a left turn into the school parking lot, so when I got there, I did, too, in the hopes of reviewing the rules of the road with the driver, politely, of course, or at least get the license plate number. The car was not to be seen.  The driver had apparently driven down the steep little hill to park as close as possible to one of the elementary school doors as possible, minimizing any distance between the car and the door.  I figured they were already inside the school, so proceeded to bike to work around the corner—a missed opportunity.