|Rant about irate motorist....||tronracer|
Jun 27, 2002 5:50 PM
|So I just left the hospital, after visiting my grandpop, and I'm riding back to where I parked my car. I'm in the right lane of a two lane street. Going south on 19th, ready to make a right on Spruce, for those of you who know Philly. It's really windy at this point because it was about to storm and I'm fighting a nasty headwind on my fixie. This guy pulls up next to me and says, "Hey buddy, why don't you get out of my f*@&ing way before I get out of this car and make sure you don't ever ride bicycles again." I was already out of his way because he was in the left lane and I was in the right. I almost said "Get out of your car then %#&@^@&%)&^##%" But I toned myself down and said, "What's your F*@&ing problem?" He didn't answer and sped away and I made my right on Spruce. I'm still pissed though, I should have caught up to him and smashed his car with my Ulock. Well...that's what I wanted to do, but I guess I know better. That wouldn't accomplish anything except maybe get myself into trouble. If I had to do it over again I would do the same thing.
Anyone else have irate motorist stories?
|re: Not Philly but close...||JL|
Jun 27, 2002 6:59 PM
|I live out in Malvern, if you're familiar with a little West of Philly. Last Sept. I had a BMW drive by and give me the finger. I smiled/waved. He began to stop/start trying to run me off the road. I finally got away and called 911 and charged him with harassment. Wrote a letter describing the incident to the policeman for the record and NEVER heard another thing. I assume the case was dropped at the DA (the Newtown Square courts are notoriously BAD!!).
On this past Tuesday night group ride, a tennis ball comes flying out of a car coming the other way. Missed us and heard A$$hole, but I'm not sure if it was the driver of the guy riding behind me sayig it. Not cool.
I have to say, most people in the Philly area have been pretty cool overall about passing and "sharing the road".
|In Tucson when I was a lad . . .||phacops rana|
Jun 27, 2002 11:15 PM
|I had a truck full of rednecks harrass me on the way down from Gates Pass. Not once but 3 times, if I remember. A couple of miles down the road I catch up to them. There is construction doing on and traffic is backed up for a bit. I shouldn't have done it, but the situation was too irresistible for a 20 year old. Consider the following: I was due to leave Tucson the next day, so I'd get no reprisals (alas, another poor cyclist probably got their ire taken out on them--sorry about that!) from the cretins; I had a tired waterbottle blackened with aluminum rub-off, half filled with warm Gatorade and backwash; The redneck's truck had the windows open and had sheepskin seatcovers; and most importantly, I was close to the dorms that I could sprint to across a parking lot cars closed off to cars. What would you do? Me, I rode up to the truck, opened the waterbottle top and tossed the whole sloshing thing into their window. Warm Gatorade soaked the sheepskin seat covers, and the last thing I hear are shouts of surprise as I sprint like heck across the parking lot and melt into the anonimity of the University.|
|Back to Philly.. .||garhead|
Jun 28, 2002 2:25 AM
|I have a permit & I almost always carry. Thank god I've never had to reach for it, but I would not hesitate to if needed. I was riding thru West Philly & saw a pit bull with me in his sights. Thank god his owner had control of him/her.|
Jun 28, 2002 4:03 AM
|I'm at a light with a buddy. We're directly behind a pickup truck occupied by a couple of guys who, uh, don't look like they get out much.
Light turns green, and the driver does a brake stand. So he is stomping on the accelerator and the brake at the same time. The tires are squealing LOUDLY and throwing debris all over us. We are breathing smoke and exhaust. It seemed to last forever.
Very, very unpleasant.
|He at least deserves "creativity points."||Spoke Wrench|
Jun 28, 2002 5:44 AM
|My son wanted to buy a Dodge Dakota pickup with a V8 engine. Although it only had 20,000 miles, the rear tires were almost bald. When I examined them, I noticed that the rears also didn't match the fronts. That truck had gone through two sets of rear tires in 20,000 miles!
At about $80.00 a piece for pickup tires, your antagonists paid a pretty good price for aggrivating you.
|Forget U-lock, use G-lock! nm||Miklos|
Jun 28, 2002 6:01 AM
|I don't get it! nm||tronracer|
Jun 28, 2002 6:19 AM
Jun 28, 2002 6:31 AM
|Take comfort in the fact that . . . .||cyclinseth|
Jun 28, 2002 6:13 AM
|This person has WAY many more problems than just you being in his way. His life is already so unmanageably pitiful that his only emotions are cowardice and fear.
When I'm confronted by irrate motorists (thankfully rarely) there is nothing that I can do or say that will make thier lives any more misserable than they already are. And to try to have a calm, intelligent conversation with these people is a lost cause. They are Auto-morphs (a type of human being that spends its entire life inside of an automobile, characterised by morbid obiesity, a plethora of illnesses and a strict diet of drive-thru junk food), they have no grasp of logic or reasoning due to prolonged periods of isolation spent behind the wheel of a car.
|re: Rant about irate motorist....||clintb|
Jun 28, 2002 12:15 PM
|I'm continually amazed at how people in cars are the boldest, bravest folk on the face of the planet. Once challenged though, they won't stop or do anything outside of scream and yell. My theory thus far....most people are complete and total spineless wusses without the nuts to backup their actions.
Luckily, I don't get too many run-ins with motorists because I've learned to not give them the room. I don't ride the white line. I don't go all the way to the outside or inside while cornering. Basically, they have to acknowledge my existence and go well around me. I guess it helps that I'm 6'4", trim, fairly built and my riding buddy used to be a weight lifter. Not a good pair of guys to mess with.