I'm sorry. Yes, I'm truly sorry for what you inspired me to do. I was obeying the traffic laws, on my bicycle with my helmet on, signaling my left turn intention from the left turn lane, when you, frustrated at the long red light, decided to punch the gas pedal, veer left sharply, and nearly take my life. I usually let such incidents go, but then I saw you parking on Eastlake. You looked approachable, so I tried to let you know that you had truly frightened me and to urge you to please look out for cyclists. You incorrectly accused me of making an illegal turn (in fact, that was YOU!). You then had the audacity to say I was harassing you! So... I let the air out of one of your tires. I've regretted it ever since. It was so out of character, but if nothing else, I know what it feels like to be the kind of asshole that you inspire. I've never done anything like that before, and I'll never do it again.