It's official, I am a Lycra Lout.

Oh boy, did I lose it big time this morning :-( But I do have a feeling of
satisfaction for getting it off my chest, so to speak.

To cut a long story short, I was cycling into Dereham when I was almost
sideswiped by a doddering old g*t whose eyesight is not what it should be. A
nice taxi driver showed me a lot of courtesy by stopping on the road in front -
holding up traffic behind him and waved me on. Nice man. At the next traffic
light, which happened to be on red, doddering old g*t was stopped in his car so
I pulled up by said doddering old g*t's window and tapped on it. He looked up.
I *politely* said that perhaps he might care to read his Highway Code on
when/when not to overtake and about how much room he should give to cyclists,
as it was clear he hadn't read it lately. Doddering old g*t looked at me down
his nose and answered, "Darling, I've been cycling since before you were born."
At this point I lost it, and pointed out to said doddering old g*t that " then
you must have forgotten it all due to senility setting in you f*ck**g
dickhead." I became a Lycra lout, but it gave me a great feeling of
satisfaction, as the doddering old g*t had just tried to dismiss me as some
irrelevancy on the roads. He seemed to wake up slightly at the sight and sound
of an irate, middle-aged, fat-bird on a lit-up bike (three front lights, 2 back
lights, multitudinous reflectives front, sides & rear) in fluorescent yellow
clothing and reflectives head to foot... I *know* I shouldn't have lost it, but
his look of utter contempt at me and his patronising comment just caused me to
see red.

Just then the light turned green and he pulled away. I cycled off. Doddering
old g*t then gave an excellent demonstration of why euthanasia my be an option
to consider for some, as he lurched and almost stalled a couple of times and,
tried to drive round a small section of roadworks straight into the path of
oncoming traffic...He was *really* bad at driving.

I got to my local supermarket where I spotted the nice taxi driver waiting to
pick up a fare. So I went over and thanked him for his courtesy. He said it was
okay, as he was a cyclist himself and knew about how some of the idiots on the
road just don't see cyclists or know what they are doing. He also noted that
the driver of the car who nearly swiped me off my bike just didn't seem to know
what he was doing as he was all over the place.

So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled home. I've
located the firm the taxi driver works for and a note of thanks is going in the
post.

Cheers, helen s


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So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled
home. I've located the firm the taxi driver works for and a note of
thanks is going in the post.

How's that for loutish behaviour, eh?

"dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers" wrote in
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Oh boy, did I lose it big time this morning :-( But I do have a feeling of
satisfaction for getting it off my chest, so to speak.

snip

Should have just slabbed him.

T

Ambrose Nankivell wrote:
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dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers typed:
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So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled
home. I've located the firm the taxi driver works for and a note of
thanks is going in the post.

How's that for loutish behaviour, eh?

He'll be laughed out of the Taxi-Drivers' Guild when that letter arrives.
Just not the done thing. ;-)

Tony

How's that for loutish behaviour, eh?


I know, I know, I let the Lycra Lout image slip there ;-)

Seriously though, I really do believe that when another road user has been
*particularly* courteous to me, then if that road user was in "employee" mode
at the time, if I can I pass it along to the employer that his/her employee has
done something that is appreciated. I will complain if I think it's warranted,
but, *only* complaining is not always constructive, so I try to balance it out
:-)

Cheers, helen s


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dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:
I've located the firm the taxi driver works for and a note of
thanks is going in the post.

Cheers, helen s


Best bit of an excellent post.

pk

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:
Oh boy, did I lose it big time this morning :-( But I do have a
feeling of satisfaction for getting it off my chest, so to speak.

To cut a long story short, I was cycling into Dereham when I was
almost sideswiped by a doddering old g*t whose eyesight is not what
it should be. A nice taxi driver showed me a lot of courtesy by
stopping on the road in front - holding up traffic behind him and
waved me on. Nice man. At the next traffic light, which happened to
be on red, doddering old g*t was stopped in his car so I pulled up by
said doddering old g*t's window and tapped on it. He looked up. I
*politely* said that perhaps he might care to read his Highway Code
on when/when not to overtake and about how much room he should give
to cyclists, as it was clear he hadn't read it lately. Doddering old
g*t looked at me down his nose and answered, "Darling, I've been
cycling since before you were born." At this point I lost it, and
pointed out to said doddering old g*t that " then you must have
forgotten it all due to senility setting in you f*ck**g dickhead." I
became a Lycra lout, but it gave me a great feeling of satisfaction,
as the doddering old g*t had just tried to dismiss me as some
irrelevancy on the roads. He seemed to wake up slightly at the sight
and sound of an irate, middle-aged, fat-bird on a lit-up bike (three
front lights, 2 back lights, multitudinous reflectives front, sides &
rear) in fluorescent yellow clothing and reflectives head to foot...
I *know* I shouldn't have lost it, but his look of utter contempt at
me and his patronising comment just caused me to see red.

Just then the light turned green and he pulled away. I cycled off.
Doddering old g*t then gave an excellent demonstration of why
euthanasia my be an option to consider for some, as he lurched and
almost stalled a couple of times and, tried to drive round a small
section of roadworks straight into the path of oncoming traffic...He
was *really* bad at driving.

I got to my local supermarket where I spotted the nice taxi driver
waiting to pick up a fare. So I went over and thanked him for his
courtesy. He said it was okay, as he was a cyclist himself and knew
about how some of the idiots on the road just don't see cyclists or
know what they are doing. He also noted that the driver of the car
who nearly swiped me off my bike just didn't seem to know what he was
doing as he was all over the place.

So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled
home. I've located the firm the taxi driver works for and a note of
thanks is going in the post.

Cheers, helen s


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dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:

Thankfully old g*t didn't get you. I hope there was plenty of gesticulating
too in case he was hard of hearing too ! Especially for the f*ck**g
dickhead part


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To cut a long story short

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Next you'll be bringing up the winter greenies and launching them

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:


To cut a long story short, I was cycling into Dereham when I was almost
sideswiped by a doddering old g*t whose eyesight is not what it should be.
snip
Doddering old g*t looked at me down his nose and answered, "Darling, I've
been cycling since before you were born."

Gah! And you let him live? :-)

He deserves a slab just for the "Darling", IMO...

I'd say you were pretty restrained under the circumstances.

Glad you survived intact, anyway.

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following conclusion: arseholes to the lot of 'em sir"
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