Don't honk at me, honk at the parked cars!

Yesterday, riding home from watching Land of the Dead (which gets a zero in bicycle content, but is wonderful, joyous, anti-authoritarian, mysanthropic, anti-capaltistic) I took Dolores street. Dolores street is a four-lane road that gets clogged with parked cars on Sundays. They park in the middle lanes while at church. This is not legal. It only leaves one lane open. And I took that lane.

And I kept hearing this honking behind me. When the lane opened up again an auto passed me, honking. I kept in mind his anger was misplaced. It's not me that's the problem, jackass, it's the cars parked in the road.