Ok, I'm done. After braving the city traffic on my bike for 7 years, I am packing it in. The reason? The air-head bimbo who pulled alongside me waiting at a red light, leaving about 5" between her car and my bare leg, so close I could feel the heat from her red Honda Civic engine. I don't want my last conscious pain-numbed view in this life to be of that stupid kitten sticker on your stupid bumper. What kind of an adult has a sticker of a kitten with a bow? I guess someone with the driving skills, maturity and intelligence of a 12 year old, or a brain-dead dummy, whose zoned-out driving turns her vehicle into a deadly weapon. Good thing I got your license plate number and, hey cool, will ya' look at that, the RCMP station was right around the corner. I hope your fine was as least as much as those fancy shades you were sporting. There are too many of you self-centered simpletons out there, whipping by me on Brunswick and Gottingen and Sackville every morning. Takin' the bus from now on. —The woman you ignored