I looked out the window this morning to yet another driving rain; indeed, the curse of Zeke Marcus and the High Line is alive and well.

I’m fairly certain they call it “driving” rain because it makes you wish you were driving to the train instead of walking or biking. Since I’d barely used my bike this week and was sick of the mile walk to the train, I decided to ride. It’s Friday, and I’m wearing the typical dress-down jeans, so splattering my midweek finery was not a concern. I’d been missing the extra eight minutes I get with Little G and Little Miss C on the days I bike, and just decided to trust in my rear splatter guard and hit the road.

Unlike Tuesday, the rain actually got lighter as I progressed toward the station. It was a blessedly uneventful ride, and I waited in the middle of Elwood to turn left into the Hawthorne station parking lot, as four cars approached from the north.

Alas, a yellow short bus (We had a different, rhyming name for the mini school bus when we were kids — before I had kids and a conscience. I won’t repeat it here.) was blocking the entrance/exit to the station. The driver was trying to go left onto Elwood and had, inexplicably, turned the short bus so that it blocked the whole of the driveway mouth.

When the southbound cars had passed and I had a chance to turn, the bus actually decided to go first — ignoring the fact that A. I had the right of way, and B., I’m a guy on a freakin’ bike in the g*****m rain. I mean, c’mon. I know you’re special and all, but give me a break.

I kept going and he backed the bus up. I gave the driver the mother of all stinkeyes as I passed. He threw up his hands and rolled down his window to say something.

I had a few minutes before the 8:16 was due in and was more than willing to spar with the driver, a middle aged thin guy with limp gray hair.

“You should’ve put yeh blinker on!” he yelled in the Hawthorne-by-way-of-Yonkizz patois that’s popular around our region.

He was messing with me. He smiled and nodded to make sure I knew he was kidding.

I smiled and shook my head, then continued to the bike rack.