Cycling - a chat about all things bike.

[Dominique]

Originally Posted by honeybarbara

I'm an extremely aggressive cyclist. I get road rage, yell at cars, flip the bird a lot, cycle at three times the speed of most people in oxford (london too ingrained in my cycle system).
I was wondering if there was a such thing as signalling lights for my wrists! you've answered that question.
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Honeybarbara, you made me laugh. As little flickers of me misbehaving flashed before my eyes. I am usually the perfect ambassador for bicyclists sharing the road with cars....I give the little thank you wave, I turn around and let them know they can make the right on red, I'll stay put....I ignore that they have pulled their car across the cross walk and are causing a problem at the intersection. One day, not too long ago (and I really thought some one was going to post some ignorant comment on craigs list because I was out of control) anyhow, I was obeying traffic laws and waiting to turn into traffic when a red jeep pulled up behind me
and he didn't share my idea of entering traffic safely, so he passed me (on the illegal left to turn right) and yelled from his open aired jeep STUPID CU%#! I hate that word. Traffic was bumper to bumper from traffic light to traffic light, so it wasn't long till I caught up to him and I rode right down the middle of the road and got right beside him (driverside) and said *excuse me, tell me that word you called me back there* I was right in his face! I remember a city department of water truck was in traffic going the other way and he said *Oh shit*.....so red jeep was all nervous now and he said* You know what I said*......I thought I heard a little lisp so I started to yell, in rush hour traffic and had my arm raised up and was pointing at his jeep Hey, this guy has a little dick.......little dick .....little dick.....then I peddled around the jeep that was not moving in traffic and I was over on the sidewalk side yelling the same thing and pointing at him......people were looking......traffic moved some, about a block, so I let him get away from me, then of course I caught up to him again and started to point and yell again, (whole new audience) this cheating scum bag has a little dick and I was making a little dick hand gesture.....scum bag has a little dick.....little dick.....wait, I need to call the news so they can get a camera down here......and I pulled out my cell phone......traffic began to move again........I thought if i did it again, i'd be pushing my luck.
I know, I should be ashamed of myself. But I am not.

And for the record, I do not ride my bicycle to work in my high heels and skirts....I wear bicycle shorts some ratty top and that vest. I go to the ladiesroom, I call it the lockeroom now, and get redressed, fix my hair and put on my makeup.......I allow 20 minutes for that. It's only a hair short of two miles so I'm not a total sweat ball when I arrive. I repeat the leave the house clothes, for the journey home. I can't imagine riding in high heels. I could do it in a dress, but not those shoes.