My route home from work, which is considerably different from my ride downtown in the morning, goes by a political candidate's house.
On a few occasions, I have seen this person out front coming or going.
I have tried to imagine what I might call out, if so moved. “It will be a pleasure to vote against you!”
I wouldn't actually do that, of course. For one thing, statements yelled to others while the yeller is on a bicycle tend to be incomprehensible. Besides, I have no wish to be rude.
But more to the point, it might invite said candidate to ask for my vote. And I haven't been drunk enough to consider that since I was in my 20s.