Abusive "Cyclist" On Morning Ride Rant
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Think of all the nice people you have encountered while riding. That should help.
We can all hope that someday he gets what is due. However the driver unlucky enough to deliver his fate will probably face a lawsuit. Guys like him are probably the first ones to place the blame on someone else.
We can all hope that someday he gets what is due. However the driver unlucky enough to deliver his fate will probably face a lawsuit. Guys like him are probably the first ones to place the blame on someone else.
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I have had a similar experience, a guy who I don't know yelled at me for pausing at a stop sign. I'm not a bad-ass but most roadies aren't scary to me. I had a couple words for him.
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I used to ride with a fellow who did really crazy things on his bicycle that rendered him a hazard to himself and everyone else using the roads. I didn't want to be there to witness his demise when his luck finally runs out and therefore I stopped riding with him. Riding with him was simply too stressful. It seemed I was always expecting him to get hit.
Nowadays you simply don't know if someone, bicyclist or motorist or pedestrian, who exhibits irrational behaviour is mentally ill or on some kind of drug.
I also feel that a lot of incidents I experience are crafted by the devil to steal my enjoyment.
For all those reasons I just try to shrug it off and continue to enjoy my ride. Sometimes it's really hard to do that though.
A friend of mine had a device on the steering wheel of his car that was great to reduce road rage with. You pushed a button on it and it would emit a sound that you'd chosen it to make. He had rockets and/or machine guns as his two most popular choices. I think something like that might be helpful in keeping our rage levels down too when we encounter idiots on our rides.
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Nowadays you simply don't know if someone, bicyclist or motorist or pedestrian, who exhibits irrational behaviour is mentally ill or on some kind of drug.
I also feel that a lot of incidents I experience are crafted by the devil to steal my enjoyment.
For all those reasons I just try to shrug it off and continue to enjoy my ride. Sometimes it's really hard to do that though.
A friend of mine had a device on the steering wheel of his car that was great to reduce road rage with. You pushed a button on it and it would emit a sound that you'd chosen it to make. He had rockets and/or machine guns as his two most popular choices. I think something like that might be helpful in keeping our rage levels down too when we encounter idiots on our rides.
Cheers
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When riding the bus once, I looked down into some guy's car, and noticed that he had a big Post-It in the middle of his steering wheel (probably where the horn was). The note said, "LET IT GO."
But, yes, this guy is the classic ******* who calls you an ******* while he behaves in *******-fashion. It's endemic, I think.
But, yes, this guy is the classic ******* who calls you an ******* while he behaves in *******-fashion. It's endemic, I think.
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This thread reminds me of the old George Carlin joke; “anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac”
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I read your first post a few times, and it still doesn't make any sense to me. My guess is that you did something inadvertently to impede his progress without knowing it. I'm more of an Idaho stop kind of guy, and it happens to me all the time, but I only swear at people I'm sure won't be able to catch me . Whatever happened it doesn't excuse the behavior obviously.
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So, headed out early this morning for a nice, easy 30 miler. Still dark, nobody out. Post-apocalyptic traffic situation. Sitting at a red light with a lone car to my left, waiting for it to turn. Suddenly, to my right, a "cyclist" cruises past me doing maybe 13 mph. As he blows through the light with absolutely zero hesitation whatsoever, he says rather loudly to me the rather unfriendly and socially inappropriate word for a human backside that begins with a and ends with e. Now, there is absolutely no traffic, given the viral situation and early hour, but this light is at a very busy and dangerous intersection and it is one I would never, ever run under any circumstances. But it is a pretty long one.
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
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Was the guy riding a garage sale DUI special? Now that would have been painfully embarassing.
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The Idaho stop is the common name for a law that allows cyclists to treat a stop sign as a yield sign, and a red light as a stop sign.
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It's not legal where I live and I don't think it's legal in Florida either. I just mentioned it to explain that I fall a bit more in the middle of the spectrum of Total adherence <=> Total disregard of traffic regulations.
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I'll follow up with some of my friends who are local cycling advocates -- see what they know about this. Thanks.
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So, headed out early this morning for a nice, easy 30 miler. Still dark, nobody out. Post-apocalyptic traffic situation. Sitting at a red light with a lone car to my left, waiting for it to turn. Suddenly, to my right, a "cyclist" cruises past me doing maybe 13 mph. As he blows through the light with absolutely zero hesitation whatsoever, he says rather loudly to me the rather unfriendly and socially inappropriate word for a human backside that begins with a and ends with e. Now, there is absolutely no traffic, given the viral situation and early hour, but this light is at a very busy and dangerous intersection and it is one I would never, ever run under any circumstances. But it is a pretty long one.
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
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I'm with you -- I fall in the middle of the spectrum. I cringe at the thought of just blindly blowing through a traffic light, and I can't recall seeing anyone blatantly disregard their own safety at a stop light. Darwin would say those people exist, and perhaps are thinning their own herd?
I'll follow up with some of my friends who are local cycling advocates -- see what they know about this. Thanks.
I'll follow up with some of my friends who are local cycling advocates -- see what they know about this. Thanks.
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Thanks for sharing OP...this kind of thing happens so seldom that when it does happen it takes us by surprise. Glad you called him on it though. But if you'd hit him in the head with your water bottle...can't say I'd lose any sleep over it.
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Thanks, yeah, I would say I have maybe 7ish positive interactions with other drivers/riders for every one negative one, give or take.
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Wow - what a POS. I try to not react to the occasional abuse received on the roads as anger is a definite risk factor for a cyclist. I just think some people are angry at life and decide they have to share their misery with others. I have to say I've been lucky so far to not encounter a cyclist behaving so badly but can understand your reaction totally. By behaving this way he makes it worse for all of us.
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Bummer, dude.
I heard, back in the day, in places where there were serious numbers of serious cyclists, that the kinds of rider you describe seemed to be very accident prone. Likely because of their demonstrated abilities to violate laws and abuse others seemed to follow with careless bike handling.
For example, after an incident like you described, the idiot would have a hard time keeping his front wheel from hitting your back wheel after you have passed them and he'd go down pretty hard. I've heard of other times where the back of the idiots thigh would carelessly come down on the passing cyclists knee, causing the idiot to violently eject into a ditch or curb. Even heard of times where their elbow would get caught in the passing rider's shoulder.
Now, it would be irresponsible of me to recommend actually trying to clip a wheel, drive a knee, or catch an elbow. So I won't do that. But it just seems to happen to jerks who don't follow the rules and anger those around them.
I heard, back in the day, in places where there were serious numbers of serious cyclists, that the kinds of rider you describe seemed to be very accident prone. Likely because of their demonstrated abilities to violate laws and abuse others seemed to follow with careless bike handling.
For example, after an incident like you described, the idiot would have a hard time keeping his front wheel from hitting your back wheel after you have passed them and he'd go down pretty hard. I've heard of other times where the back of the idiots thigh would carelessly come down on the passing cyclists knee, causing the idiot to violently eject into a ditch or curb. Even heard of times where their elbow would get caught in the passing rider's shoulder.
Now, it would be irresponsible of me to recommend actually trying to clip a wheel, drive a knee, or catch an elbow. So I won't do that. But it just seems to happen to jerks who don't follow the rules and anger those around them.
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I hear Old School frame pumps work wonders when applied to the spokes to inconsiderate cyclists.... "Really, Officer, it just fell off my bike!"
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My answer is to pass the buck; "If you think the traffic laws are unfair why complain to me? I don't make the rules and I find no evidence the rules are designed to show who's boss. Take your complaints to the the state transportation department
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So, headed out early this morning for a nice, easy 30 miler. Still dark, nobody out. Post-apocalyptic traffic situation. Sitting at a red light with a lone car to my left, waiting for it to turn. Suddenly, to my right, a "cyclist" cruises past me doing maybe 13 mph. As he blows through the light with absolutely zero hesitation whatsoever, he says rather loudly to me the rather unfriendly and socially inappropriate word for a human backside that begins with a and ends with e. Now, there is absolutely no traffic, given the viral situation and early hour, but this light is at a very busy and dangerous intersection and it is one I would never, ever run under any circumstances. But it is a pretty long one.
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
So, I had a moment to consider the rather shocking experience I had just been subjected to on my happy, pleasant little morning ride. And as I did, I became more and more angry. I am constitutionally exceedingly patient. I am virtually never angry about anything. Just does not hardly ever happen. Like, ever. I tend to live in acceptance most of the time. I have to, given my health situation.
Not today. Today, I decided, you know what--no, you don't get to blow through a red light with no taillight and no helmet and call me an a*****e. Not occurring today.
I waited for the light to change. It took forever. Finally, it did. He was way, way out in front of me. Maybe going more like 15 mph, actually. I took off. He stayed on the same normally very busy street and continued blowing through red light after red light. I took a left and rode along the waterfront where there are no lights and no people, due to the apocalypse. Finally caught up to him and asked him why he felt it necessary to call me an a*****e while I was trying to have a nice, pleasant, law-abiding ride. He said nothing. I asked again. We were both heading for the same bridge, as it turned out. I let him go on, thinking it was over. Then, twenty yards ahead of me, he started berating me again. More name-calling.
Was just not having it this morning. Caught up again and told him he was the reason people despise cyclists so much. That he had violated the law about ten times in the seven remarkably unpleasant minutes I had known him. That he had no freaking right to be calling other riders names and ruining their rides. Etc., etc. He called me a psycho. I did not appreciate that very much. Then, I told him what I really thought. I think there was some colorful language employed.
I watched him blow through another insanely dangerous intersection and went on about my own ride. Took maybe another three miles to calm down. So unusual for me to let someone rile me up like this. Just never happens. But you know what, I just wasn't having it this morning. These punks give us all a bad name. It's no wonder non-cyclists sometimes have such a negative take on us as a group.
I decided I would enjoy the rest of my fifteen miles. I said good morning to every single cyclist and runner I encountered on the way back. Every one of them replied in a friendly and cheerful tone. All of them. Most folks around here are pretty pleasant most of the time, as it turns out.
I know not to engage with people like this guy. I do. But something was different this morning. This moron had no right to run around spewing venom on citizens. So, I told him what I thought. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good...
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Bear spray is an excellent defensive option, if you're into that kind of thing. Not that you should instigate a conflict, but should the need arise....
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