A Two-incident Ride Today!

Pendejo said:

I'd say that I average one screaming episode every couple of months when some motorist attempts to make me their passenger. Today I had two within twenty minutes. In the first, I'm riding through a suburban development, and a woman in a convertible comes to a stop on the cross-street to my left. I have the right-of-way straight through, and there's nothing on my right except houses and driveways. She starts coming out as I approach, and instead of turning right (or even left) as I'm assuming she will, she heads straight across the road in front of me. I'm now skidding and screaming at her, and she stops in time to give me about three feet of road left in front of her to get by.

"I'm just trying to get into my driveway," she yells at me. My reply is not repeatable here.

A little later, different development. Pick-up truck coming toward me, crosses center line, keeps angling at me. I'm now off on the shoulder. As he passes, he's leaning out the window and I yell into his face as I pass, "What the f***, you as*hole." He stops the truck and yells something back. Now I'm expecting him to turn around and come after me. About three minutes later I'm about to go down a rather isolated road and I hear a diesel truck coming up behind me. I take a quick right turn back into the development where there are some people out on the lawn. I figure with witnesses he'll be less likely to run me down or shoot me. I hear him yell behind me, and I turn around and he's yelling, "Hey, man, I'm sorry." I waved him OK and he took off.

He had turned around in order to catch up to me. And I'll never know if an apology is what I would have gotten had I continued down that long lonesome road.

Because of incidents like this, I have thought seriously about carrying a little .22 with me. Sooner or later, the chances are good that I'm going to get into a face-to-face with some redneck whose wife just left him. But, I don't want the extra weight on my bike!

Your best bet is to stop yelling obscenities at drivers, no matter how much they've wronged you. It's not worth it given the possible consequences.

Decaf Pen...think decaf.

rule62 said:

Decaf Pen...think decaf.

This comes from the guy who wants to tax fat people. You really must be a miserable person...

Isn't it hard to just go through life, hating and screaming at everything that gets in your way...?

Uh Blade...I'm guessing that perhaps you meant to be quoting Pendejo? I'm the 'rule #62 - don't take yourself too damn seriously' guy. 😄

Blademun said:

This comes from the guy who wants to tax fat people. You really must be a miserable person...

Isn't it hard to just go through life, hating and screaming at everything that gets in your way...?

I don't understand why you're so mad at me, Blade. I didn't say anything about taxing people with low IQs. (Though I don't think they should be allowed to vote in Presidential elections.)

rule62 said:

Uh Blade...I'm guessing that perhaps you meant to be quoting Pendejo? I'm the 'rule #62 - don't take yourself too damn seriously' guy. 😄

LoL, sorry Rule. It was late and I just hit a reply button.

As for you Pendejo, who said I was mad? I made a statement based on real observations. All you can come back with is some smart-ass comment. So, when you do have something substantial to say, and are not trying to tear someone or some group down, get back with me and maybe I'll take you seriously.

PartisanRanger said:

Your best bet is to stop yelling obscenities at drivers, no matter how much they've wronged you. It's not worth it given the possible consequences.

I hear you, Partisan. That is certainly a view that can't be argued with. On the other hand, whenever I'm confronted by jerks who have really crossed the line in terms of respecting others, I actually feel morally obligated to confront them, despite the increased risks in doing so. When I'm on a bike, I don't know any other way of doing that other than to scream a few choice words at them. In my opinion, too many people in this country (U.S.) "don't want to get involved," and so the jerks among us have gotten too used to having it their way.

Pendejo said:

I hear you, Partisan. That is certainly a view that can't be argued with. On the other hand, whenever I'm confronted by jerks who have really crossed the line in terms of respecting others, I actually feel morally obligated to confront them, despite the increased risks in doing so. When I'm on a bike, I don't know any other way of doing that other than to scream a few choice words at them. In my opinion, too many people in this country (U.S.) "don't want to get involved," and so the jerks among us have gotten too used to having it their way.

In that case just holler "Watch out next time!" or something like that. Adding obscenities just for the hell of it won't get you anywhere, except maybe plastered to the hood of a truck.

I don't usu. post anything, but today I had to put in my $.02. First take his name, Pendejo. For those of you who don't speak spanish it is literally translated as pubic hair. The expression "pendejo" is usu. used to refer to someone as an a$$hole, idiot, jerk, stupid, etc. I am not joking either, just google the name.
What do you expect from someone who is a self-proclaimed a$$hole?

Pendejo, where do you ride and what color is your bike, I ask so that other riders in your area won't be confused with the "original pube" whilst riding.

tyler1212 said:

I don't usu. post anything, but today I had to put in my $.02. First take his name, Pendejo. For those of you who don't speak spanish it is literally translated as pubic hair. The expression "pendejo" is usu. used to refer to someone as an a$$hole, idiot, jerk, stupid, etc. I am not joking either, just google the name.
What do you expect from someone who is a self-proclaimed a$$hole?

Pendejo, where do you ride and what color is your bike, I ask so that other riders in your area won't be confused with the "original pube" whilst riding.

I'm happy to oblige, Tyler. I ride a Huffy tricycle, composite (wood/paper mache), gold-flake pink, with a bad-ass toot-toot horn on the handlebars and a raccoon tail on a four-foot-high antenna (this serves as my speedometer - when the tail is straight out, it means my airspeed is 10 mph). But I wouldn't worry too much about meeting up with me out on the roads - I do most all my riding inside, around my house.

I would suggest what I heard somebody say in Australia:

We were on a bus, when a car made a U-Turn right in front of our driver. He screeched to a halt. He opened the door, and I thought, "Here we go!". All he said to the driver of the car was, "That was a good one, Mate".