To the cyclist wearing the Durango Cyclery shirt that rang your bell at me and my infant son who made the mistake of crossing the Broadway bridge during rush hour, I am sorry. I am sorry that I called you an asshole. Perhaps it was the large number of cyclists who rode quickly past within inches of our stroller that made me lash out or it could've been thinking about how my son who had a poopie diaper was intent on jumping out of that stroller into oncoming traffic. Most likely it was because it's been along time since I've lived in Portland and it never crossed my mind that someone would ding me just to say hello.