I don’t really know precisely what it means when you see those letters and numbers written in the top corner of a car’s back window in some sort of magic marker, but I think it means the car or the window itself is a salvage sort of situation. Which is to say that either the car or the window or both came from a junk yard.
I was considering this when the car bearing these strange markings viciously cut me off. It was a red late 90′s era Jetta. I hit my brakes, thankful to have recently installed front and rear brakes on my fixed gear around-town bike.
“Whoa!” I yelled, not having a horn, then “Asshole!”
The windows were open, thankfully. I like for drivers to hear me yelling at them when they do something fucked up. It makes me feel like I am contributing to their improved road worthiness going forward.
The tint applied to the window with the markings obscured the occupants, but not the finger flipped at me by a passenger in the back seat with longish curly hair. The finger was a dark, defiant shadow in sharp relief against the sunny roadway seen through the car.
And it was a finger that didn’t care if I died.






