kingsley said:I was crusing down Castlereigh(sp?) street this arvo, trying to keep up with a (bike) courier.
Sitting about 40m behind him, riding at a good speed without hammering it (guess 25km/h). Then this
cro-magnon in a celica kind of half pulls out between us into the bus lane. The courier zooms past,
but I brake and sit behind him.
A few seconds later he jams on the brakes, leans out the window and shouts "get off my [censored]"...
I wish I had said a great retort like "get out of the bus lane", etc, but you never think of them
at the time, I guess I was dumb-struck that someone could be such an [censored].
You've got to rehearse your great retorts so that you have them ready.
e.g. a few months ago I read a post here about a redneck sheila who suggested (quite rudely) that a
cyclist should get back on the pavement where he belonged and the response from the cyclist. It
sounded pretty good to me, so I rehearsed similar responses. And I got lucky :-)
Redneck sheila in a VH or VK Commodore winds down the LH front window and screams "Get on the
f...ing pavement where you belong?" Now, the trick here is to keep your cool and to respond calmly,
quietly and politely. "Madam, it would be more appropriate for you to get back to the zoo where you
belong before the keepers realize you have escaped." Make sure you have an escape path :-)
Regards, Richard.