Greetings,
This is fine, but the 4WD has the far greater capability, by virtue of
kinetic energy, of killing you, and anyone else who happens to get in
its way. I have just fired off a letter to The Age about one motorised
moron sighted this arvo who could not even give way to a man on crutches
with one leg at a designated pedestrian crossing. Sadly, this is the
prevailing attitude. You only need look at the car ads on TV. BUY THIS
CAR and you too can [censored] up the environment and drive like an absolute
[censored].
I knew what road rage was before the term was invented, in 40 years on
the roads, I have been abused, outrightly clobbered (three times) been
the target of doors and various missiles, and been shot at.
I am a cyclist by choice. I accept that if I make a mistake I could be
killed. The difference is that if I make a similar mistake in the car I
can take several others with me, to say nothing of the acts of downright
stupidity or outright malice I have witnessed over the years, such as
this arvo.
The parable is that a tiny percentage of the population, motorised or
not, are [censored]. But the motorised ones in this society cause by far
the greater damage and suffering. The Great God Car rules. Read the
article in this morning's paper about the morons who cruise Chapel St as
well.
Regards,
Ray.
cfsmtb said:Learnt two very quick lessons today within 10 minutes, whilst pedalling
down Chapel Street.Not all motorists are bad.
Not all cyclists are good.
First lesson, cycling along near the Jam Factory. Large 4WD is backing
in to a parking spot. Causing me to brake and wait, as I was not
particularly enthusiastic about taking on the heavy traffic swerving
around the 4WD. When the driver finally took the spot, I continued on.
The drivers' window was down, and she smiled and said loudly "very sorry
about that". I promptly said back, "Well that's no problem". Ah, the
world is a nice place.Second lesson, further down Chapel Street I came upon another cyclist, I
wanted to pass but realised it probably wasn't a good idea. She was
wobbling all over the bike lane, add that with a gusty wind and more
heavy traffic, well, thought it best to hang back and wait. After
patiently waiting, and watching her narrowly miss tram passengers at
three separate stops, I'd had enough.On the last near miss I yelled out "WAIT FOR PASSENGERS". She yelled
something back about not wanting to hit people (this could of fooled
most people watching) swore and raised the middle finger while turning
left into Carlisle Street. I just felt really sorry for her; she seemed
to have an unhealthy combination of nervousness and aggression.Anyway, for me as a lady cyclist, it was an fascinating departure from
the normally all male interactions one gets while cycling in the city
and suburbs. 😉--