My wife and I are riding down the right side of Guilford in line with each other. A MTA bus driver paces my wife and pulls his bus over to force her into the curb until she crashes. He then pulls away.
My wife tells me she is fine and the bike is still functional. I chase the bus until he stops at a light. I try to get a look at his badge but he pulls off and I decide to go back and escort my wife home.
(Yeah, I get to work with my wife. We met at work.)