About once a month during rush hour downtown, someone driving behind me honks steadily. They don't just honk once, but they tap the horn again and again. Honk....Honk...Honk....Honk. This goes on for several blocks. When they get to a spot where they can pass me, they do so with one long honnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk all the way until they get in front of me. Traffic only gets lite enough for cars to pass north of Pike, so they could be honking for several blocks. While trying to stay focused on the road, I ponder what's going on in the driver's mind. The first time this happened, I worried they were trying to alert me to something- my bag is open, my keys are dangling, my underwear are on outside of my pants. But no, this is never the case. It could be they hate all cyclists and spend their time honking at every one in their path. That seems unlikely. I conclude they must disagree with the legality of my behavior somehow. Most recently, rain fell with a heaviness unusual to the northwest. It was the sort of rain that completely saturated my pants and shoes before I even got across the street to start my commute. Needless to say, concern for my safety dominated my every decision. I understand that this could conflict with rush hour drivers, who main concern is to get home as quickly as possible. I rode in the center of the second lane out of four. IT couldn't be that I was riding slower than cars drive, because in rush hour I am just behind the car in front of me. Maybe they were angry because I wasn't riding in the lane with the designated "sharrows" on it. Problem is, that is the far left lane, which for 7 blocks is completely backed up with cars wanting to turn left at every block and having to wait for pedestrians to cross. It could be that I wasn't behaving like most cyclists behave downtown. Most cyclists, ride on the line between lanes. I've heard this called "white lining" and "midlining". It is a fast way for cyclists to pass cars. The biggest problem with that behavior is that it isn't safe. No one can predict what others are going to do. I will share a lane with a car, but only if all cars I'd pass are stopped at a red light and my and their next moves are predictable, or my lane becomes a turn-only lane and don't want to turn and can't keep up the pace with the cars in the next lane. Needless to say, while I am getting used to the honking, it is still aggravating to listen to when you are trying to concentrate on being safe.

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