Road Rage - have you ever got out of your car?
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alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
many many years ago, I had the privilege of having a pa, one morning she arrived at work her car (a transport/logistics depot) pursued by a 2nd car being driven by a very upset looking gentleman who blocked her into the parking space she had selected and proceeded to get out of his car and shout all kinds of abuse and opinions about whatever piece of driving had upset him so.
Unfortunately for this gentleman, who did indeed seem to be of the powerfully built director type occasionally encountered in this parish,
His remonstrations attracted the attention of several of my pa's colleagues, i.e. 5 or 6 gentle mannered HGV drivers one of who was her husband who went by the name of BIG RON, who was not a powerfully built director but a very port-fully built 6'5" concerned husband and truck driver and myself, a less powerfully built director,
The change in said gentleman's demeanour was satisfying, particularly given that despite my lack of powerful build I did happen to be standing beside the key which locked the electric gate preventing sudden desire to depart and resulting in becoming ever so apologetic for his errant behavior...…….
thanskfully nothing more than words of advice exchanged all around.
Do not think he would have been chasing down any other motorist any time soon after
Unfortunately for this gentleman, who did indeed seem to be of the powerfully built director type occasionally encountered in this parish,
His remonstrations attracted the attention of several of my pa's colleagues, i.e. 5 or 6 gentle mannered HGV drivers one of who was her husband who went by the name of BIG RON, who was not a powerfully built director but a very port-fully built 6'5" concerned husband and truck driver and myself, a less powerfully built director,
The change in said gentleman's demeanour was satisfying, particularly given that despite my lack of powerful build I did happen to be standing beside the key which locked the electric gate preventing sudden desire to depart and resulting in becoming ever so apologetic for his errant behavior...…….
thanskfully nothing more than words of advice exchanged all around.
Do not think he would have been chasing down any other motorist any time soon after
Yes, once to ask someone if their indicators were optional extras… (not proud)
Thing is about road rage is everyone make mistakes and you should acknowledge it.
It’s when you beep someone and they just retaliate with the V sign and clearly don’t care that they share the road with anyone else that annoys me.
Once undertook a chap on the motorway who had been sat in the outside lane by himself for 3 miles which upset him. Cue abuse, I blew him a kiss and promptly got pulled over by an unmarked police car.
I know it’s rare but was an amusing and engaging copper who told me “I should act my age” but none the less very funny, lecture over, have a nice day!
Thing is about road rage is everyone make mistakes and you should acknowledge it.
It’s when you beep someone and they just retaliate with the V sign and clearly don’t care that they share the road with anyone else that annoys me.
Once undertook a chap on the motorway who had been sat in the outside lane by himself for 3 miles which upset him. Cue abuse, I blew him a kiss and promptly got pulled over by an unmarked police car.
I know it’s rare but was an amusing and engaging copper who told me “I should act my age” but none the less very funny, lecture over, have a nice day!
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
You need mental help, principally anger management as it seems you are very much living on borrowed time before someone retaliates in a way that you were not expecting and you die as a result.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Someone will put you under their wheels soon.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
hman said:
You need mental help, principally anger management as it seems you are very much living on borrowed time before someone retaliates in a way that you were not expecting and you die as a result.
Its worrying. Loses temper big style, beats mother and child to death. A lot of violence bottled up there.Some of the examples in this thread have confirmed to me what I've been thinking for a while now......road rage is not all about blokes...there are a lot of women that get very angry whilst driving these days. Especially when you beep at them to let them know that the lights have changed while they were engrossed in their phone. 
hman said:
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
You need mental help, principally anger management as it seems you are very much living on borrowed time before someone retaliates in a way that you were not expecting and you die as a result.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Think if someone nearly killed me I'd be pretty hacked off as well, although certainly you're incredibly vulnerable on a push bike. I wonder what would make some on here stand up and fight? It seems most favour causing road rage then when some poor sap loses the plot they sit nice and safe in their car laughing at them. Kudos.
V8RX7 said:
Some people are d
heads / looking for a reason to fight / bully others
I once had a woman come out to me as I parked up my car - she was mad because I'd turned into the road quickly - yet below the 30 limit.
"My kids play in this road, you could have hit them"
The fact they weren't there, that I didn't hit them or that IT'S A fkING ROAD seemed to escape her.
it should be pointed out that roads are actually for driving on....heads / looking for a reason to fight / bully othersI once had a woman come out to me as I parked up my car - she was mad because I'd turned into the road quickly - yet below the 30 limit.
"My kids play in this road, you could have hit them"
The fact they weren't there, that I didn't hit them or that IT'S A f
kING ROAD seemed to escape her.hman said:
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
You need mental help, principally anger management as it seems you are very much living on borrowed time before someone retaliates in a way that you were not expecting and you die as a result.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Sir Lord Harold said:
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Someone will put you under their wheels soon.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
And that comes from a cyclist. I've never ticked any of those boxes and I never would. The closest I've come to is stopping in the road to stop them so I can let them know what they've done. 2 pulled out on me and I would've hit them if I hadn't kept an eye on their wheels as I approached them and the other tried some utterly daft overtake on a sharp corner and near a traffic island.
But, I'm well aware that I'm the most vulnerable road user in the argument so it's hardly worth it. Even more so having a 2 year old daughter now. She's the first thing I think about when something happens to rile me.
That and my shotgun licence that can be revoked with any allegation, lol.
No.
Ingrained in my memory is an incident as a kid, back some time in the mid-90's. My dad was driving us down to Dorset to the grandparents' caravan when an idiot cut us up in a battered mk2 Astra. Dad promptly gave the V's and carried on. At the next set of lights the passenger in the Astra got out and marched over to our car, trying to open every door - luckily all of which were locked. You could tell my dad was fuming (and he could handle himself very well), but he didn't get out as not to endanger me, my sister and mum.
Angry that he didn't get what he wanted, the man kicked the rear quarter panel near my door very hard, leaving a huge dent, then they drove off. I think we followed them for a short while whilst on the phone to the Police. Turns out the bloke was a known criminal. My dad has never let this one go!
Remember as a 17 yr old, 5's up in my mates corsa fitted with an ahooga horn, which we set off and nearly gave a poor jogger a heart attack. He caught us up at a red light and nearly manged to punch through the rear window. Lucky he didn't as he looked like he wanted blood! He had that very same car fitted with a relay from a fire engine which used to flash the headlights like an emergency services vehicle (his dad was a retired fireman). We had a lot of fun pulling HGV's over on the A1
Ingrained in my memory is an incident as a kid, back some time in the mid-90's. My dad was driving us down to Dorset to the grandparents' caravan when an idiot cut us up in a battered mk2 Astra. Dad promptly gave the V's and carried on. At the next set of lights the passenger in the Astra got out and marched over to our car, trying to open every door - luckily all of which were locked. You could tell my dad was fuming (and he could handle himself very well), but he didn't get out as not to endanger me, my sister and mum.
Angry that he didn't get what he wanted, the man kicked the rear quarter panel near my door very hard, leaving a huge dent, then they drove off. I think we followed them for a short while whilst on the phone to the Police. Turns out the bloke was a known criminal. My dad has never let this one go!
Remember as a 17 yr old, 5's up in my mates corsa fitted with an ahooga horn, which we set off and nearly gave a poor jogger a heart attack. He caught us up at a red light and nearly manged to punch through the rear window. Lucky he didn't as he looked like he wanted blood! He had that very same car fitted with a relay from a fire engine which used to flash the headlights like an emergency services vehicle (his dad was a retired fireman). We had a lot of fun pulling HGV's over on the A1
Edited by alex.baker89 on Tuesday 19th November 13:38
remedy said:
Sir Lord Harold said:
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Someone will put you under their wheels soon.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
And that comes from a cyclist. I've never ticked any of those boxes and I never would. The closest I've come to is stopping in the road to stop them so I can let them know what they've done. 2 pulled out on me and I would've hit them if I hadn't kept an eye on their wheels as I approached them and the other tried some utterly daft overtake on a sharp corner and near a traffic island.
But, I'm well aware that I'm the most vulnerable road user in the argument so it's hardly worth it. Even more so having a 2 year old daughter now. She's the first thing I think about when something happens to rile me.
That and my shotgun licence that can be revoked with any allegation, lol.
irocfan said:
hman said:
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
You need mental help, principally anger management as it seems you are very much living on borrowed time before someone retaliates in a way that you were not expecting and you die as a result.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
austinsmirk said:
alternatively- cycling rage. Purely as a cyclist, when people have nearly killed you.
I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
I'm surprised you've lasted the last 30 years to be honest. Plenty of people out there who would just wipe you out for your behaviour.I have, kicked wing mirrors off (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)
punched several windows through
tried putting my bike through a blokes windscreen- turns out having yr chain on the top ring, brought down hard on the windscreen A post is enough to fold the A post
ripped several sets of keys out of mopeds,/motorbike ignitions who have been flying up bus/cycle lanes, or illegally off road.
booted the rear qtr in of some car (metal cleated shoes make a right mess)- i'm in a cycle lane- lad doesn't want to queue in traffic so mounts pavement in front of me causing me to bunny hop sideways- I boot his car to warn of my presence. turns out looking back, I've folded his enter rear quarter in.
and only the other night, waiting patiently at the side of the road, for the 5 cars in front to move, not pushing, not trying to creep up the nearside, just stationary- the bloke behind me purposely rammed me- and then started gesturing to get out of his way. where he thought he was even going to drive to, given 5 stationary cars were in front, I don't know. we'd had no confrontation, I'd never been in his way on the road previously........... goodness knows what his issue was.
turns out he was a lot less hard after I started punching his bonnet to stop him moving- he locked himself in his car- as I'll admit it, I lost the plot and tried opening his doors to drag him out. Like a nutter I punched his window endlessly- it was flexing like plastic but wouldn't go through- till he drove off. I still chased him on my bike- but in fairness on 60 mph remote moor roads, he had the advantage re: escaping.
so there you go, seemingly over the last 30 years, there have been occasions where I have utterly lost the plot- purely because some bell end came near to ending my life in fairness.
Never got out of my car but have run in to a few crazies.
Passenger in my gf’s car, she goes to pull out of a junction just as some guy on opposite side of the road comes in to our lane to pass a bus. Gf slams on her brake
It was just unlucky timing - not sure either were wrong.
It annoyed me when the guy glances over and mouths ‘silly b****’ or something to that effect. I flip him off and he stops the car in the middle of the road and gets out looking ready to wring my neck. At this point we’re already on our way in the other direction. Lucky for me cus he was a beefcake!
Didn’t go down well with my gf but made me laugh (eventually).
A few months ago I was entering a roundabout. I didn’t stop but on approach Looked right- nothing there. As I’m about to enter it, this convertible comes flying up and nearly In to the back behind me. I probably could have approached slower but my god - this person was going WAY too fast.
She then proceeds to sit about 1 inch off my bumper for the next 10 minutes with her young daughter in the passenger seat. Annoyed me so much I gestured her to back off and received a middle finger in return. Very classy. I think that and the fact that her daughter probably shouldn’t have been in the passenger seat told me all I need to know about her. Did a loop around the neighbourhood just to make sure she wasn’t following me cus I really don’t fancy the confrontation.
I think the most infuriating thing about these situations is that the other people never seem to reflect on their own actions.
Just seem to drift through life not giving a sh*t and thinking they’re incredible.
Passenger in my gf’s car, she goes to pull out of a junction just as some guy on opposite side of the road comes in to our lane to pass a bus. Gf slams on her brake
It was just unlucky timing - not sure either were wrong.
It annoyed me when the guy glances over and mouths ‘silly b****’ or something to that effect. I flip him off and he stops the car in the middle of the road and gets out looking ready to wring my neck. At this point we’re already on our way in the other direction. Lucky for me cus he was a beefcake!
Didn’t go down well with my gf but made me laugh (eventually).
A few months ago I was entering a roundabout. I didn’t stop but on approach Looked right- nothing there. As I’m about to enter it, this convertible comes flying up and nearly In to the back behind me. I probably could have approached slower but my god - this person was going WAY too fast.
She then proceeds to sit about 1 inch off my bumper for the next 10 minutes with her young daughter in the passenger seat. Annoyed me so much I gestured her to back off and received a middle finger in return. Very classy. I think that and the fact that her daughter probably shouldn’t have been in the passenger seat told me all I need to know about her. Did a loop around the neighbourhood just to make sure she wasn’t following me cus I really don’t fancy the confrontation.
I think the most infuriating thing about these situations is that the other people never seem to reflect on their own actions.
Just seem to drift through life not giving a sh*t and thinking they’re incredible.
I have for the first time on Sunday lunchtime. I was pulling into the car park for a coffee and there was a Fiesta van sat in the middle of the road, the driver texting. I sat and waited for him to finish and when he did and looked up he just stared at me, then after a few seconds he moved slightly over but not enough for me to pass and started gesticulating for me to pass anyway. eventually he moved and as he slowly passed me he wound down his window and started hurling abuse, so I foolishly floored it.
Checking the rear view it seemed he had tried to throw his coffee at me but had only succeeded in spilling it over his hand.
I parked up at the end of the car park to see he'd reversed right down to where I was and then got out and walked towards me. This is the point I should have just left and gone to another coffee place but instead I pulled out past him and parked up in front of the coffee shop where there were people. I got out as he pulled up and so did he, he was a lot bigger than me and stepped right up in my face as I tried to calmly explain the lack of room for me to pass him. There was a 10 minute very aggressive rant full of swearing and insults, I thought I would get clouted a few times and his anger seemed to be directed equally towards my Cayman. In the end I just turned and walked in to get my coffee with him ranting and he left a few minutes later (I thought he might damage my car but he did seem a little confused as to why he was so angry towards the end).
I'm a little worried now as it occurred not too far from where I live and my car is fairly conspicuous but so be it.
Checking the rear view it seemed he had tried to throw his coffee at me but had only succeeded in spilling it over his hand.
I parked up at the end of the car park to see he'd reversed right down to where I was and then got out and walked towards me. This is the point I should have just left and gone to another coffee place but instead I pulled out past him and parked up in front of the coffee shop where there were people. I got out as he pulled up and so did he, he was a lot bigger than me and stepped right up in my face as I tried to calmly explain the lack of room for me to pass him. There was a 10 minute very aggressive rant full of swearing and insults, I thought I would get clouted a few times and his anger seemed to be directed equally towards my Cayman. In the end I just turned and walked in to get my coffee with him ranting and he left a few minutes later (I thought he might damage my car but he did seem a little confused as to why he was so angry towards the end).
I'm a little worried now as it occurred not too far from where I live and my car is fairly conspicuous but so be it.
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