“You fucking asshole.”
The driver parked and got out, clearly unaware of Ken and Joel’s presence, which deepened Joel’s rage. He dropped his bike and jumped in front of the man, tall and average build.
“You fucking asshole. You almost hit us.”
The man stepped back. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
Joel waved his arms. “We’re on bikes. You turned in front of us and almost hit us, you fucking asshole.”
The man face stiffened. “Get the hell away from me.”
Ken stepped between them. “Joel, cool it.”
Ken’s hands on Joel’s shoulders and a tiny smile subdued Joel’s rage. He took a breath, dropping his forehead, for a few seconds, on Ken’s shoulder.
Ken continued, “Relax, he missed us. I’m sure he didn’t cut us off on purpose. Come on, I want lunch.”
The man calmed. “I didn’t see you guys, I’m sorry. I was worrying about work.”