I could only wonder, "What's up with that?" It was the passenger in a car that yelled at me back in March, complaining I couldn't do thirty. Being a passenger must be frustrating. You have no control except for that bogus temperature control on your side. You're at the mercy of someone else. You know you drive better than the driver. So you might as well take it out on the cyclist.
On to a more pleasant topic. Bunnies! I took a different road on a whim today and found bunnies.
They're so cute.