i'm curious how many of you have had drivers get out of their cars and try to fight you? any stories?
i was riding home after some billboard improvement tonight, in wallingford, im riding close to the curb(easily passable), this speeding car honks at me. my natural response is to give the prick the finger. car comes to screeching halt. windows are down, im asking guy why he wants to disrespect me. he's got some young girl in back, she looks scared, homeboy in the front seat- he's lookin scared. lil' chulo with a geri-curl get's out. looks to weigh a buck twenty- wet. haha.. he starts shuckin' and jivin', dancing like cassius clay, sayin' "come on boss, come on boss!" i'm still askin' him why he has to fuck with me while im trying to ride my motherfucking bicicleta. he runs at me. i peddle a bit, he gives up immediately. gets in car, starts driving towards me.. at this point im just casually riding towards my house. car's coming im thinking, okay so now i get ran over. just goes around me and drives off. all that huffing and puffing shuckin' and jivin', for what? very macho.
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iro1751
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:43 am
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I had some heart-attack man do the same to me the other day on my ride into work. Riding through Pioneer Square on 1st, I pinch in between a veering bus and this dude's pickup truck. Riding in front of him and directly behind the car ahead of him, the pickup starts blaring his horn. So I turn my head, and yell "where you gonna go?" motioning to the car ahead of me and the bus next to him, all the while giving him the finger. (People take the bird WAY to seriously out here) But the fucking dude guns his engine I keep riding, give him room to pass and he does, yelling at me to pull over, like he's a cop or something. He narrowly misses me when he cuts me off to pull over himself. I make a wide pass around his driver's side and tell him to fuck off and relax, when he accelerates again, with the apparent intention of running me over. I burned out and ducked into NBBJ's alley (great spot for this type of manoeuver, not enough rooom for cars to get in).
Moments later I re-entered the street to find the car speeding off down on 1st and a cop sitting at the light who I approach and describe everything to, only to get the response that he probably wouldn't be able to find the car. Thanks for trying asshole!
My only consolation is that dude in the pickup hopefully had a shitty day, and maybe even suffered a heart-attack. Driving sucks, why do people do it so much? Such unbelievable stress all the time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:04 am
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My favorite recent story goes a little something like this:
I was riding to work down Pine and turning onto 2nd. I had the light and the speed to make a safe turn. But there's a car in the intersection turning left who narrowly misses some pedestrians crossing on the walk signal. I yell the usual profanity at him for almost killing people and ride off feeling very righteous.
I come up to the light at Pike and stop. I hear this lady go "I hope you die! You should get killed for scaring people like that!" She's got to be 300 pounds and is driving a new camry or whatever. I start to freak out and bust the light and she FUCKING BLOWS THE RED LIGHT WHILE SCREAMING HER HEAD OFF. She chases me down second staying one lane away screaming and shaking. It's getting to be really crazy because traffic is building and she's still saying I deserve to die. Finally she's had enough and burns through a yellow and as I see her turn up Cherry she throws the finger.
I had the best day after that. I had a good story to tell, I had a bike waiting for me to ride it after work, and she had to pay to park her 300 pound ass in some garage. Stupid lady.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 1:06 pm
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I've never actually had anyone want to fight me yet but I've had a postal encounter or two. My most satisfiying encounter took place on King St under the Viaduct.
Some woman in a blue Miata pulls a California stop at a stop sign and nearly hits me. I'm kinda tired and there's no real harm done so I intend to let it go without response and just keep riding. I didn't even look at her. She pokes her head out and yells at me "You need to learn to ride a fucking bike" and the usual. So I swing around and just park it right in front of her car and start counting Mississippis. She's bitching me out, screaming, shaking, revving the engine, honking. After a little time I just turned my back to her, which seemed to piss her off even more. She's beating on her own dashboard at this point. When I heard her back up to go around me, that's when I rode off.
It's damned fine to be right sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:59 pm
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OK, you young punks, Dirty Uncle Aaron is gonna tell you how to do it.
(Remembe these stories were when I was young an not married with a kid).
This guy cuts me off and so I pull up to him at the intersection and ask him if he saw me. Fuck goes the wording. So I just squirt my water bottle at him. I was carrying GRAPE JUICE that morning. Got it all over his face and torso. I just rode off while he sat there shocked.
Another day I was screamed at for some reason or another. I pulled off my Silca frame pump with Campagnolo steel head and cracked the fuckers rear window.
This was before the news medial started callling it road rage and publicizing the fact that many people carry guns and will shoot at you.
I am much more mellow now, but I love reading your stories. Keep them coming!
This guy cuts me off and so I pull up to him at the intersection and ask him if he saw me. Fuck goes the wording. So I just squirt my water bottle at him. I was carrying GRAPE JUICE that morning. Got it all over his face and torso. I just rode off while he sat there shocked.
Another day I was screamed at for some reason or another. I pulled off my Silca frame pump with Campagnolo steel head and cracked the fuckers rear window.
hahaaa.. WHOA. yeah, i feel like i'm being pushed to the point where i'm gonna be the guy on the offensive. U-Lock through a window and such. the harassment from motorists is a constant thing. i'd rather not be shot over it, though.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 11:00 pm
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so there was a red light and i was waiting for traffic to clear or the light to turn green before i took my right hand turn. the compact pickup behind me also wanted to turn right, and started whaling on his horn and screaming at me to "get out of the fucking way." as if he could make traffic clear or the light turn green any faster if he was in front of me. there was noplace for this guy to go, he was just mad because i was in front of him on a city street.
when the light turns green, i go right, and so does he, honking and pulling around me as he screams out the window. i notice at this time that his 10 year old son is sitting shotgun. needless to say, the truck goes about one city block before it hits another red light. i pull up to him at the light, and he is staring straight ahead, white knuckled, and his son is looking at me with terror in his eyes. i ask the man, "excuse me sir, but how would you like it if i pulled you out of your car and kicked your fucking ass in front of your son?" he said, "i'd like to see you try."
the light turns green, and he screeches ahead, only to get stuck at the next red light. i pull up next to him again, he is staring straight ahead, and his son is almost in tears. in fact, it looked like the dad was about to cry also. i let them go... the kid got to see what a fucking bitch his dad really was, and that was all the satisfaction i needed. i know he will never forget that day, because i know i never will.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:25 pm
Joined: 25 Jul 2005Posts: 271Location: at work
Here's a fun story.
Daniel, Dean, and I were riding along Greenlake Boulevard one evening. Some asshole decides to blare his horn at us even though all three of us are fully in the bike lane. As we pass him at a red light down the road, one of us gives his roof a good slap and twangs his antenna. At the next red light, we stop to wait for traffic and realize that he has followed us. He gets out of his car and is fucking livid, yelling profanities and coming after us.
Now, I'm on a regular bike, wearing my pink helmet, as I always do, and Dean and Daniel are on their tall bikes. Here we are riding circles around tough guy as he lunges at us, yelling and screaming. Meanwhile his girlfriend in their SUV is starting to cry. All of this is happening at a red light. The whole thing is so ridiculous it's funny. We tell him to fuck off and chill out, and we run the light.
Half a block later, we duck into a residential alley thinking that we're done with him. But no, headlights turn into the alley behind us and we dismount from our bikes behind a random house to face the music. He pulls up and spends the next 5 or 10 minutes trying to pick a fight with us (mostly Daniel). The situation was pretty tense even though with three of us and one of him, there wasn't much he could do. Off to he side, I see Dean pull out his heavy bike chain and slap it on he ground. Daniel points out that Asshole's girlfriend is sobbing, but he seems to care more about us.
Just as we almost convince him to leave, I accidentally (I swear) make a sarcastic remark, and he comes back for one more round of verbal assault. This time as he turns to leave, he gives Daniel's tall bike a swift kick, bending the rear wheel and breaking a spoke. In a flash, Daniel has grabbed a wine bottle out the recycling bin and broken it on the ground, but just as fast, Asshole has run back to his SUV like a coward, and Daniel can do no more than chuck the bottle at the vehicle at it speeds away, tires squealing.
What a fucking asshole. We all felt sorry for his girlfriend. The funny thing was, he thought it was our house and probably came back at some point to try to pick a fight with the tenants.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:46 pm
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protaghiro wrote:
when the light turns green, i go right, and so does he, honking and pulling around me as he screams out the window. i notice at this time that his 10 year old son is sitting shotgun. needless to say, the truck goes about one city block before it hits another red light. i pull up to him at the light, and he is staring straight ahead, white knuckled, and his son is looking at me with terror in his eyes. i ask the man, "excuse me sir, but how would you like it if i pulled you out of your car and kicked your fucking ass in front of your son?" he said, "i'd like to see you try."
OK, so none of us fuck with Anthony!
These are great stories! Cars really bring out the best in people! Perhaps when you are on a bike, and jamming after a car, you get time to clear your head and think before being totally stupid. Cars preempt that option, apparently.
terrydean
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 4:29 pm
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Colin totally beat me to the story about the jockass guy and his crying girlfriend! Damn.
I get shit yelled at me all the time.. but it usually doesn't go anywhere. The latest happening was this short lady who must have weighed in at least 25stone (not that her weight had anything to do with anything..) in a busted station wagon swerving back and forth at me yelling "I DON'T WANT TO HIT YOU!!".. this was on market street over near my work where I can easily go the speed of traffic (often faster) and the lady had no right to be bothering me. She was so preoccupied with yelling at me, she didn't see the car in front of her stop and she NEARLY rear-ended the guy. I stopped, circled back, and banged on her door to get her attention (she was staring all wide-eyed at the car she nearly hit) and motioned her to roll her window down. I have a bunch of slips of paper in the side pocket of my bag that have the Washington traffic laws that apply to cyclist rights printed on them.. of course I left out the parts saying we're required to wear helmets and stop at stop signs and whatnot, but still. hehe
I didn't say anything to her, just handed her the slip of paper and went on my way to work.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 11:57 am
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I'm feeling the necromancy today. This is one of my favorite threads ever.
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OH YAY! STORY TIEM!
Last friday I got buzzed within centimeters by an old honda while commuting in bellevue. Of course I found the honda stopped at the light and politely knocked on the passenger window to inform him that he was too close to me. I barely raised my voice but the old guy inside was scared shitless. He started waving for me to get away from his car with a look of abject terror on his face. I smiled and said "just be more careful, please" as I rode off.
I've never seen anyone so afraid of me before. Did one of you guys have a run in with him before? Does he have a cycle-phobia? Post U-lock stress syndrome? Please to explain!? Was there something in my teeth?
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 12:54 pm
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Who are these people? Do they ride with us?
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 12:55 pm
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4 dead cyclists! All my fault!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
ethan
Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 1:27 pm
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Aaron wrote:
OK, you young punks, Dirty Uncle Aaron is gonna tell you how to do it.
lulz, is this perhaps why it's one of teh Joby's favorite threads?
Anyway, I've been lucky to have never personally experienced much road rage, at least while traveling solo on a bicycle. Only story that comes to mind:
When I was about 20 yrs old, riding my bike in DC somewhere, I was trying to pass this taxi, who was going real slow, but he was weaving all over the road like a total idiot... apparently either drunk, or looking for clients, or both. He finally slowed down enough to where I can pass him... as I do, I see he has his window down so I said something like: "Dude, do you realize how dangerously you're driving?!?" ...... and the driver, a big fat black guy with a big beard, yells "FUUCCK YOOUU!!!!" ... I swear, I think that was the loudest that I've ever heard any human utter those two words.
Fortunately tho, he kept his anger to the verbalities, and didn't try to run me down or nothing.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 1:32 pm
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Chip McShoulder wrote:
gsbarnes wrote:
Who are these people? Do they ride with us?
I've never met any of them.
NOOB
pete jr
Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 5:16 pm
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i should add my story.
not too long ago i got buzzed by a fat old lady in a prius on boylston. not only did she buzz me with less than two feet to spare, but her horn was down the entire time. she got stopped at the next light, so as i passed her by, i slammed my fist against her passenger-side door to say thank you. she sprung into action and got in front of me on the way down harvard, parked her car, got out, and stepped into the middle of the road in athletic stance. as i passed her by, she tried to push me over and off my bike, hands on my shoulder and all. i responded by shoving her chin up and away and sped down the hill. i did not see her again.
that is the story of how i shoved an old woman in the face.
also, i miss some of the people in this thread!
DJ Strangelove
Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 11:06 pm
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Aight, West Seattle stories: So this one time I was ridin' my bicycle to work with my father in the Junction, on Alaska, and as I pass this car the dude inside (probably inadvertently) tries to door me, so I yell something to the tune of "hey, look the fuck out." To which homeboy replies "watch where you're fucking riding." Now, it's like 6 in the morning, and I am in a real bad mood because of it, so I get off my bike, set it down in the street, and shout "I will fuck your shit up," while standing there all combative like with my u-lock. At this point my dad informs me that this man is our neighbor, and that my father has lent him some movies he hopes to get back someday. I decided not to kick his ass, and continued on my way, a little embarrassed.
Then this other time, I was riding up California with Aaron, and some asshole passes us hella close, and lays on the horn. Aaron and I are all like "god, what fucking assholes," and continue on our way, expecting to be done with it, but then it turns out that the asshole in the car is going in the same direction as use, and we find ourselves passing him as he gets out of his car in front of his house. Aaron says something about us being legally in the right, and what the fuck was homeboy doing. The asshole says something about impeding traffic, and Aaron says something about no minimum speed limit. The asshole tries to to us some laws that aren't real, and I do my best to tell him what's what. At some point th Asshole's lady friend says "you guy's are probably liberals aren't you?" Eventually the situation escalates hardcore, and Aaron ends up defiantly urinating in the street. The Asshole is now making threatening words and gestures, and making like he is going to try to physically harm Aaron with a bottle of nice wine, and I'm thinkin' "aw shit, if this guy tries to hurt Aaron with that bottle, then I'm gonna have to kill him. I think the nice couple went inside peacefully eventually, and Aaron and I rode off. Good times.
Yet another time, I was riding up Fauntleroy, and I moved over to the left to prepare for a turn, and to avoid the construction in the right lane. As I approached the light some dick got real close to me and laid on the horn. I just looked back, look out my u-lock, and signalled left with it, real cool like. Turns out broski was a cop. I got a ticket for "Drive on road (bicycle.)"
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could you resurrectors bring up a thread with stories of the opposite chi? like that one time I saw a guy on a motorcycle share a sandwich with a youth truckasauras in the other lane of I-5 at like 75 mph? and that doesn't even count, must be this song, that got stuck in my head all day, that brought me back here.
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Razi
Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 8:34 pm
Joined: 16 Dec 2005Posts: 866Location: Seattle
Oh boy.
14th ave W, just south of Barret (couple blocks south of Joby and Ben). 14th is really weird for a couple blocks there. The hill is so steep that they split the road into two single lanes (I don't think either are marked as one ways) and the lanes are separated by a weird grassy median with maybe 5' of elevation delta between the east and west lanes. Point is, for maybe 100 meters or so the road is really narrow. Especially in the west lane.
Anyways I was leaving a friend's house and was headed north in the west lane. Car came by southbound and I moved all the way over so we could pass each other. As we got close the driver lowered his window and I felt trouble. As we approach he says "get off asshole!" and I say "there is room for us both, fucktard!". Thats it. I am right outside his window and he is pissed. Door opens and he makes to step out. I shove the door shut on him and tear off down the street. U-lock was out the moment after I shut his door and as I leave I give his fender a good dent and knock out his aft port side tail light. Then I head north in an all out sprint.
Mr. Choady is stunned. Takes him a minute but he finally throws his car into reverse and tries to chase me down this super narrow road. Fortunately, another car turns onto 14th from Dravus and closes the gap before he could get to Barrett. He is boxed in and I get north of Dravus and make like hell for the canal trail to lose him. I figured if he came looking he would drive Nickerson but thats it. Sprinted to Fremont and calmed down in a bar before finally heading home hours later.
That's the worst I've ever gotten (or given). Been pretty lucky, really.
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