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I had a really good one this morning. I'm grooving up Hudson St. in
Manhattan on the fix, and some nut buzzes me real close. Whatever. He's got Jersey plates, which is par for the course. Hudson St. is where the Holland Tunnel lets out, so that's where all the clueless masses from New Jersey get dumped on their way into the city. Naturally, I pass the guy a few blocks later in slow traffic, and I make sure to fully take the lane in front of him this time, so he can't pull the buzz maneuver again. This completely enrages the fellow, and he starts leaning on his horn behind me. Never mind that I'm four feet from the back bumper of the cab in front of me, going exactly the speed of traffic. That's irrelevant. HOOOOONNNNNK! When there's room to do so, I pull into the bike lane on the left, and the irate driver pulls up beside me and rolls down his window. He's this musclebound guy with a jarhead haircut and a little thin moustache. Veins are popping out on the guy's forehead. "WHAT DO YOU THINK THE BIKE LANE IS FOR?" shouts the jarhead. He rages off before I can give the patently obvious reply, "Why, to double park delivery trucks in, of course!" I give a beaming grin and a cheerful wave. And why not? I havcen't had this much fun in a while. The jarhead is so busy scowling at me in his rearview mirror and flipping me the bird that he almost doesn't notice that traffic is at a dead stop a hundred feet in front of him. He slams on the brakes, and I glide smoothly by his driver-side window and give him a little fingers-only wave: buh-bye. He never catches me again. CC |
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So, I'm riding my bike home from work on Hwy 100, keeping to the right, but to
the left of the white line on the side of the road, as is my custom [and legal right]. No bike lanes here, folks. As cars are buzzing past me at 35 mph on this 4-lane street, some maroon gets behind me and honks. One short beep. I hold my line. One longer beep. I hold my line One reeeeealy loooong blast on the old horn-o-rino. I hold my line. Finally, asshat decides to pull into the left lane and pass me. Only it's Miss Asshat, and three of her cute, high school aged girl friends. They yell something rude. Catching them at the next stop light I ask, "Do I make you horney?" in my best Austin Powers voice. They laugh. I laugh. We all get over it. -- J'm To Reply Direct, Remove Clothes. ....-.- |
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![]() "Shaun Rimmer" wrote in message ... snip The road I commute on is a narrow country lane (2 cars wide, no shoulder or pavement). Most of the road is at the national speed limit of 70 mph. The drivers all think they have to be travelling at that speed the minute they see the sign, it's utterly ridiculous that they can't slow down or move out when passing me, and having a car pass at 70+ mph no more than 1' from your elbow is _extremely_ unnerving. snip Shaun aRe Shaun, roads such as you describe don't have a speed limit of 70mph. I think you must be talking about the black diagonal stripe on white circular background sign. This indicates the national speed limit for the road type. This varies depending on the road type, i.e. single carriageway / dual carriageway / street lighting etc. and can vary from 30- 70 mph. If they are doing those speeds then they are merely acting in the traditional selfish manner of most car drivers and it sounds like the one doing 80+ had probably recently been to see "2 Fast, 2 Furious" and now believes he's in a movie!! The only thing you can do to influence matters is either make a note of random reg nos. (preferably worst offenders) and report them to the police as having run you off the road into a hedge / ditch / whatever...or (and this one takes balls of steel ;-), cycle far enough from the edge of the road to force them to slow down / evaluate the situation / take evasive action. Of course, the latter may lead to a genuine need to get in touch with the police / other emergency services. HTH Dave. |
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David Kerber wrote:
In article , says... I was chilling under a shade tree, cleaning the sweat off my sunglasses in the middle of my road ride, and I heard two loud honks. This high school commuter car with three young blondes drives by screaming, smiling and waving. Male or female? The appropriate sex (chicks (I'm a guy named Lynn)). -- -- Lynn Wallace http://www.xmission.com/~lawall "I'm not proud. We really haven't done everything we could to protect our customers. Our products just aren't engineered for security." --Microsoft VP in charge of Windows OS Development, Brian Valentine. |
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Shaun Rimmer wrote:
Every day I get buzzed, and at stupid silly speeds. The road I commute on is a narrow country lane (2 cars wide, no shoulder or pavement). Most of the road is at the national speed limit of 70 mph. The drivers all think they have to be travelling at that speed the minute they see the sign, it's utterly ridiculous that they can't slow down or move out when passing me, and having a car pass at 70+ mph no more than 1' from your elbow is _extremely_ unnerving 70 does make you wobble doesn't it Wince, Saying that I got blasted onto the curb the other day when a jam sandwich came blasting past at some crazy speed. Sad thing was about 5 mins later it came blasting back the other way. I guess the local cop-shops chips where getting cold.. Chuckle Just a couple of weeks ago on the way up the hill, I heard a car coming up fast behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and he's way out on the other side of the road. Cool, thinks me, I'm safe. Huh, ******* swerved towards me on purpose, hammering the engine and just missed me. Small rally styled sports car, must've been doing 80 mph - the air blast as he passed knocked my front wheel into the ditch. I screamed swear words (pointlessly I know) at him, stood on the pedals and gave every crude hand gesture I knew, hoping he'd see and come back to give me ****, but he just kept on motoring up the road. It took me the rest of the journey to work plus 2 hours to stop shaking. Nasty... Those boy racers are not cool when it comes to pedestrians and cyclists.. A couple of times around here I looked behind me (No cars within sight) and then signaled right.. Only to find that in the mean time a frightingly fast boy-racer has managed to "Appear" has made me very jumpy on right turns. Mind you I've had a couple of woman driver decide to horn me doing right turns (I assume because I blocking their progress). In the standard english tradition I normal return the favour by shouting "Learn to F**King drive" and presenting them with the accident 2 fingered salute which is perfect for these occasions.. I started shaking again on the way home, and couldn't bring myself to cycle in to work for a couple of days afterward and had to bum a lift. I'm still absolutely furious. Saying that Shaun, I've had similar in the car, after a couple of close calls and accualy hitting somebody. I am convinced that anyone wanting to doa right turn ont he road I'm driving on is going to attempt to drive into me. The last time it happened I was so CROSS I accualy followed the chap (who had basicly tried to drive into me) flashing my headlights and sounding my horn.. Then again the Jeep takes very little damage from impacts, obviously I don't feel quite so secure when riding the bike.. Basicly I think that UK roads are being driving by more and more complete buck eejits...than ever before.. Gyp (I do not drive a small, trvial car, nor am I a small or trvial MTB rider)... (http://anoraks.uk.net/gallery/Gyp) |
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![]() Gyp wrote in message ... Shaun Rimmer wrote: Every day I get buzzed, and at stupid silly speeds. The road I commute on is a narrow country lane (2 cars wide, no shoulder or pavement). Most of the road is at the national speed limit of 70 mph. The drivers all think they have to be travelling at that speed the minute they see the sign, it's utterly ridiculous that they can't slow down or move out when passing me, and having a car pass at 70+ mph no more than 1' from your elbow is _extremely_ unnerving 70 does make you wobble doesn't it Wince, Saying that I got blasted onto the curb the other day when a jam sandwich came blasting past at some crazy speed. Sad thing was about 5 mins later it came blasting back the other way. I guess the local cop-shops chips where getting cold.. Chuckle Bunch of arse! Just a couple of weeks ago on the way up the hill, I heard a car coming up fast behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and he's way out on the other side of the road. Cool, thinks me, I'm safe. Huh, ******* swerved towards me on purpose, hammering the engine and just missed me. Small rally styled sports car, must've been doing 80 mph - the air blast as he passed knocked my front wheel into the ditch. I screamed swear words (pointlessly I know) at him, stood on the pedals and gave every crude hand gesture I knew, hoping he'd see and come back to give me ****, but he just kept on motoring up the road. It took me the rest of the journey to work plus 2 hours to stop shaking. Nasty... Those boy racers are not cool when it comes to pedestrians and cyclists.. You're not kidding - they don't care if it's all traffic and junctions, they're all about maximum acceleration and maximum braking. ****ing *******. A couple of times around here I looked behind me (No cars within sight) and then signaled right.. Only to find that in the mean time a frightingly fast boy-racer has managed to "Appear" has made me very jumpy on right turns. I know the feling........ Mind you I've had a couple of woman driver decide to horn me doing right turns (I assume because I blocking their progress). In the standard english tradition I normal return the favour by shouting "Learn to F**King drive" and presenting them with the accident 2 fingered salute which is perfect for these occasions.. BTDT! Heheheheh....... I started shaking again on the way home, and couldn't bring myself to cycle in to work for a couple of days afterward and had to bum a lift. I'm still absolutely furious. Saying that Shaun, I've had similar in the car, after a couple of close calls and accualy hitting somebody. I am convinced that anyone wanting to doa right turn ont he road I'm driving on is going to attempt to drive into me. The last time it happened I was so CROSS I accualy followed the chap (who had basicly tried to drive into me) flashing my headlights and sounding my horn.. You catch him? Kath has chased a couple of idiots down before now, for cutting her up and making her figuratively **** herself. One even got out the car when she caught him, then legged it back into the car when she jumped out herself, heheheheh - she's a gorgeous sweet woman, but I wouldn't like to be the idiot that ****ed her off, nosirree - nope, not me! Heheheheh..... Then again the Jeep takes very little damage from impacts, obviously I don't feel quite so secure when riding the bike.. Basicly I think that UK roads are being driving by more and more complete buck eejits...than ever before.. Aye, quite probably. Add to this an increase in overall traffic..........shud-d-der............ Shaun R |
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