"JD" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:So, I decide that active rest was to run downtown on the
cruiser today to accomplish various tasks. At one point I
used a left turn lane and made a safe left turn onto a
sidestreet from a main artery. Well, after I finish my
turn some goatee-wearing putz passenger in a black pickup
yells at me in passsing to get out of the street. I can
hear the traffic slowing for a signal the direction the
offensive creep is headed, so I decide to cut down an
alley to see exactly what his malfunction is. The truck
was stopped at the light and I slid right up next to it
and yelled into the face of the goatee punk, "YOU GOT
SOMETHING TO SAY (insert expletive here)?!?!?" A look of
disbelief is the first thing out of him as he stared
blankly into the face of the [censored] bicycle rider who
was obviously much bigger than he. Then his look turns to
smug as he rolls the window up, saying "Huh?" at the same
time. "Just what I thought, you're a (insert expletives
here)." Of course, the fat [censored] (who was also wearing a
goatee) who was driving decided to not give chase, as I
gave them plenty of opportunity to do so as I rode off.
Some people's kids...
me right the hell off, and I see enough of them.
Yesterday, commuting home from work, on a section of wide
road with a good cycle lane, I came upon a car waiting to
turn right into his drive way, and another car stopped just
behind, waiting to pass.
As I came up to just in front of the side of this pair,
riding in the cycle lane, I hear the loud blast of a horn,
right behind me, making me jump out my damned skin. I looked
back and right at the two cars, but they didn't seem to be
the culprits. Looked over my left shoulder, and right the
hell behind me, half on pavement, half in the cycle lane, is
some impatient [censored] of a postal worker in a big red
collection van trundling up toward me, trying to get to the
post box to my side.
making me nervous to save himself 30 freaking seconds (I
thoroughly _DESPISE_ horn abusers). So, I carry on, and he
tears past me after doing his thing with the post box, wide
birth, fast as hell, trying no doubt to get to the next box
and away before I caught up.
Still, caught the [censored] at the next box, he saw me coming and
crouched behind it trying to hide, wimp. That gave me my
satisfaction, so I just called him
I don't think there's a single day on this short commute
where a driver doesn't [censored] me off.
Cheers, and stay safe.
Shaun aRe
