Health Conscious

Mary liked to tell people her body was a temple. It had flying buttresses, a vast apse and a damp cellar.

Beep

I had intended it to be a short, congratulatory blast from the car's horn to the wheelchair athlete I passed last night. As darkness fell he was only half way through the ultra marathon, and probably the only athlete left on the road.
What came from the car, however, was a deafening derisory blast. Coupled with my v-for-victory wave through the twilight, as I slowed to a crawl alongside him, I can imagine how the signal was read by the man whose head was well the level of my open window.
The window was down so I could call out my encouragement. Instead of being an exit it became an entrance as insults were hurled upwards and in at me.
"You stupid fat bastard, what is this? Are the roads only for able-bodied? Go and fuck yourself."