But I digress...

I realize this interrupts my tale of returning to Chicago, but I simply must speak about this.
Recently, in fact, just last week, I was returning home from work. It must be pointed out to those as yet unaware, I have been bicyling to and from work on a regular basis. It is a hot and sweaty commute, one which fails to offer any dignity, requires that I wear a dorky helmet, and completely fails to give any money to a single Oil Company. (Plus, it offers some measure of physical fitness.)
So, anyhow. I'm biking along, minding my own business in the 100 degree heat of Hell on Earth, when I was passed by a large pickup truck. Now, this is not an unusual occurance, espically given where I live. What was slightly odd was the way the passenger leaned out his window in order to say, I quote, "Arf! Woof! Bark!"
They then drove on, their pale imitation of a dog barking complete.
The next truck threw a soda can at me. Or, really, I suppose it might have been a beer can.
In any case, it is known that idiots travel in packs, and that there is an unusually high concentration of idiots in Texas. I was suprised by none of these revelations, and nor was I shocked by the hostility towards or mockery of a bike rider. To anyone who cares to listen, I ask, why should I care about what a bunch of shithead rednecks do?
But barking? What the fuck was that about? The intention was mockery, no doubt, but I'm bewildered by the vehicle they chose for their scorn. Why not oink, or call me a fag? Why not scream, "Nice Bike!" or something?
Why Bark like a dog?
So, this aside, I go on with my life, puzzled, but not fixated.
Then, today, i got barked at again. I repeat, what the fuck? Once was wierd, but twice indicates that this is a chosen method for some segment of the population down here.
Who are these people?
So, publicly, I ask, what can this mean. What's the story? Anyone?

Maybe I'll write the President. I'm sure he'd know.