|Rude drivers are usually in pickup trucks||Luv2Draft|
May 5, 2002 8:20 AM
|I have had more bad experiences with drivers of pickups than any other type of vehicle..Am I sterotyping or has anyone else noticed this trend? Yesterday..riding on the berm in a single file a pickup comes roaring up my tail and cuts xclose to me and flips me off. Nice eh|
|My worst run-ins are typically with horse & buggy folk*||dawg|
May 5, 2002 8:33 AM
|Here in NYC, they are cab drivers, nm||elviento|
May 5, 2002 9:06 AM
|The Council Avenges Rude Driver||AllisonHayes|
May 5, 2002 11:32 AM
|The room was as dark as a moonless night on Mount Fuji, save for the spotlight that shone down on the unmoving figure in the centre of the room. But though he could not see them, he could sense them, as well as their scorn.
This one was just as arrogant, just as brash. Now the entire world would bear witness to his punishment.
Liberty entered the room. At the head of the long table lay a long object wrapped in layers of silk. Her package had been shipped through a network of Yakuza contacts, none of which knew the true purpose for which they would be put to use. She unpacked it with utmost care; her tools had served her for most of her life, and she knew them well. They were her friends, her allies.
All except, of course, for the sword. Alone among the items, it was new, forged by her own hand for one purpose, never before unsheathed, even in training. Now she slid the katana from the sheath, listening intently to the scraping hiss as it came free. The blade glinted in the pale light as she examined it. It was flawless, her greatest masterpiece. She hefted it with care, finding the smooth centre of balance, seeking the spiritual connection that was the true meaning of mastery. Slowly she began to twirl the blade around in a kata she had known from birth. Her movements were perfect, her concentration absolute. The blade was her arm, her soul; her claw.
With a silent scream, she swung the blade in a deadly arc, cutting through the protruding wall separating the chamber from the next room. The wall screeched in agonized protest as the blade passed through. Liberty stared intently at the cut.
The blade had cut through the strong wood of the walls, as well as through the steel beam that held up the ceiling. She then inspected the blade, and nodded in satisfaction at its unblemished edge
Next, she placed the tip of the sword at the driver's throat. A drop of blood welled up around the impossibly sharp point. She saw his face swimming about her. Through the haze in his mind, he saw his pitiless death and realized that there would be no escape.
But Liberty lay the sword down, turned abruptly and left the room. Stunned, the pickup driver realized he had narrowly escaped. After a long silence he turned to the council and said, "You have shown me the stupidity of my ways. From now on I will share the road."
|The Council Avenges Rude Driver||Luv2Draft|
May 5, 2002 11:38 AM
|Ahh..anger sated, mind at peace, he returns to the road.|
|The Council Avenges Rude Driver||atpjunkie|
May 6, 2002 6:59 AM
|Hey I've had a few run ins with trucks as well. But then again I drive one, should I be torn? Trucks do have blind spots where the roof mast (behind the side window) is, so I've found they tend to be the "pass, brake and turn right cut you off, variety. I'm sure some "good ole boys" get a hoot buzzing some "lycra clad nancy boy" while Charlie Daniels plays on their stereo. But I've had trouble with all makes of autos.
I had a guy give me the "you're only a bike look" and pull out to make a left turn in front of me. You guys would be amazed at how much damage a carbon soled shoe thrust by a well cycled leg can do to someones driver side door, especially in a new "wrapped in aluminum foil" economy car.
I also had a guy in a BMW who "couldn't" get around me quick enough (narrow street, rows of parked cars and two way traffic...I couldn't move over any further without scraping mirrors) throw a coke can at me. I caught up to him right after he parked at a winery and had gone inside for a tour. Lets just say he needed AAA to get home, oh and he now lacked outside mirrors. I hope my stories of revenge and vendetta will help you all feel a little better.I'm a courteous rider but I'm also built like a linebacker and don't put up with much from a-holes.
|Yes - Newer black Ford F series trucks||Shad|
May 6, 2002 7:51 AM
|Have had trouble with all kinds, but Ford F series in black seem to be my nemesis.|
|Yes - Newer black Ford F series trucks||bnlkid|
May 6, 2002 12:27 PM
|I'll second that one. Just had a recent run in with a black Ford F series. The windows and mirrors must not work on that particualr line.|
|evil target de jour?||DougSloan|
May 6, 2002 1:26 PM
|I thought SUV's were the evil enemy. I'm not keeping up. Now it's pickups? You guys gotta keep us up to date.
Seriously, I think it's wrong to target any particular group of drivers, riders, or anyone based upon some limited anecdotal observations and biases. It only engenders an "us vs. them" attitude that we don't need.
I've been on the receiving end of animosity and carelessness from every conceivable type of vehicle operator. Vehicles don't drive themselves, people do. You can't go around labeling people based upon what they drive. For all you know, they just borrowed a vehicle and happened to be in it that day. Who knows?
BTW, a few weeks ago I was stranded from a tubular blowout, and while waiting for my wife to come get me a total stranger, not apparently a cyclist, stopped and offered to help. Care to guess what he was driving? :-)
|evil target de jour?||Luv2Draft|
May 7, 2002 4:47 PM
|Must of been a yellow vw bug with a daisy in the flower holder|| |