My bike route to and from school took me across the Bureau of Standards. The sidewalk entering from King Avenue went through a curb cut and emptied into a parking space that was clearly marked as No Parking, with yellow hatching throughout. But there's always someone....
The day I found a blue Mustang hatchback blocking my path, I decided to leave the driver a message. I took the front wheel off my bike and looked around for a handy mud puddle. After coating the full circumference with black mud, I went back to the Mustang and drew a tire track up the hood, up the center of the windshield, over the roof, down the hatchback and onto the street.
It's an open question whether the driver got the message, but I don't recall finding that particular car blocking my path ever again.
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