WTF

what do you think it is about rage and driving…is it a sudden urge to feel strong and bold? is it a chemical imbalance? is it some freakish turn-on? i can see getting frustrated at other drivers for making mistakes and maybe grumbling under your breath but the physical attack and putting yourself in harms way is another thing. and then there’s the rage i’m a little miffed about this morning: a mid-sized suv and little ‘ol me on a bike…do people on bikes tend to piss you off?
scenario: i’m coming up to a three way corner where i’m going to make a right hand turn (it’s usual here that cars do not leave enough space when making a right turn for a bicycle). the suv left enough space for me to squeeze between it and the curb so i slow to fit through then slowly make the turn without coming to a complete stop. the suv driver must have been startled by my actions and begins yelling out her window “you’re supposed to stop, i’m going to hit you, fu” and flips me off. by this time there was enough time to make such a scene that i’m now a little flustered at her for making the effort to yell and i yell back profanities that later make me feel like a fool (i’d love to be witty on demand). i analyzed her vehicle a little so i can recognize it in the parking lot next to my work (there was a rather large harley davidson sticker on the back window) to leave a piece of my mind but knowing by the time i get there, my unease would subside enough to then leave a very nice note on her windshield. this is an instance in my mind that if traffic can flow without bikes around, then it should flow with bikes around. thank you suv driver for making my ride into work a little more entertaining!
scenario: i’m coming up to a three way corner where i’m going to make a right hand turn (it’s usual here that cars do not leave enough space when making a right turn for a bicycle). the suv left enough space for me to squeeze between it and the curb so i slow to fit through then slowly make the turn without coming to a complete stop. the suv driver must have been startled by my actions and begins yelling out her window “you’re supposed to stop, i’m going to hit you, fu” and flips me off. by this time there was enough time to make such a scene that i’m now a little flustered at her for making the effort to yell and i yell back profanities that later make me feel like a fool (i’d love to be witty on demand). i analyzed her vehicle a little so i can recognize it in the parking lot next to my work (there was a rather large harley davidson sticker on the back window) to leave a piece of my mind but knowing by the time i get there, my unease would subside enough to then leave a very nice note on her windshield. this is an instance in my mind that if traffic can flow without bikes around, then it should flow with bikes around. thank you suv driver for making my ride into work a little more entertaining!
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4 Comments:
I suspect these people are jealous. It obviously didn't impact her or put her in any danger. Why else would she be so upset?
That's the very reason I try to pass as many cars as possible on every commute!
maybe she drank too much coffee or some other substance the night before. anyhew, she needs help and it was most certainly not your issue. btw , i am one who is never good under pressure to come up with good comebacks, i am like george on seinfeld it takes me a few days.
hope you have better commutes next week :)
Where is she parked? I'll come over and pee on her wheels.
I've had a couple of small run-ins lately. One which left me yelling at a guy who actually pulled over to try and impress his wife with his lack of intelligence. I started laughing at him which only made him madder. I think he was going to get out until he realized I was quite a bit bigger than him.
I'm proud of you for being the better person, personally since I have a huge temperment and don't uusally tend to hold back what I'm thinking (gets me in trouble all the time!) I'd have come back with the witty comment for you. All I can say is Karma is a b___!
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