Road oppression

I was cycling along a 20 mph street in the Hampstead Garden Suburb wearing my new t-shirt and taking a new spade to Diane Berger's house for the next Horticultural Society raffle, and was just pulling up when a lone man with grey hair and a little blue car honked his horn at me as he sped past.  I wonder what motivates these people to verbally abuse people they don't know just on the basis of their preferred mode of transport.

After an excellent workshop on privilege and oppression this weekend, I've found it quite easy to think of ways I am oppressed but hard to admit to times I have oppressed, "other" groups.

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