can hardly hear them usually and when they open the window to get in contact i pretend interrest just to not slow down and throw some kisses while passing. this leaves them in a situation where they got tricked, were not able to tell me whatever they wanted and they get basically hugged which they definitely dont want. also i appear friendly to others and he appears to know this bikeopath (me)
That is because cycling is ultimatly relaxing whereas driving a car, especially in commuting trafic, is generally a frustration experience. I always got to work calm and refreshed when I rode my bike into work.
I’m a big cyclist. Being 197 cms tall and 110 kg heavy don’t mean anything when I’m on the bike (other than the small chance of ever winning a KOM competition).
Drivers honk, they curse and once even tried to push me of the road. But when we sometimes face each other, both standing on our feet, there are never any fist fights.
…although I have often wondered what would happen if someone actually would strike the first blow? Would I simply crush them like I have pictured it in my head, or would I make a fool out of myself trying to keep my balance in my bike shoes?
Ah, but cursing is such a great outlet and relief valve. That’s why people of a religious or pacifistic bent invent expletive phrases like “gosh darn it” and “dang!” But for me, that just doesn’t have that same flavor or ability to vent steam that a good rip of sailor-like vitriole has. There’s nothing like a satisfyingly lengthy spew of vile and violent verbiage to calm the inner beast.
*!@&%$!
I just typed random characters and the link got imbedded somehow – at least it is a link to here!
Awww (^()%&%)$$!!!!
can hardly hear them usually and when they open the window to get in contact i pretend interrest just to not slow down and throw some kisses while passing. this leaves them in a situation where they got tricked, were not able to tell me whatever they wanted and they get basically hugged which they definitely dont want. also i appear friendly to others and he appears to know this bikeopath (me)
Curse Words from drivers or you Joe? G#$^ Da*# Pot Holes!!!
That is because cycling is ultimatly relaxing whereas driving a car, especially in commuting trafic, is generally a frustration experience. I always got to work calm and refreshed when I rode my bike into work.
Drivers don’t curse or honk at big cyclists.
Guess why.
i hardly ever see big cyclists on streets where i live. you can meet them at the weekend on recreational bike paths.
I’m a big cyclist. Being 197 cms tall and 110 kg heavy don’t mean anything when I’m on the bike (other than the small chance of ever winning a KOM competition).
Drivers honk, they curse and once even tried to push me of the road. But when we sometimes face each other, both standing on our feet, there are never any fist fights.
…although I have often wondered what would happen if someone actually would strike the first blow? Would I simply crush them like I have pictured it in my head, or would I make a fool out of myself trying to keep my balance in my bike shoes?
It’s a real shame not to have Kevin Love wade in here!
take off you bike shoes and use them to crush
Ah, but cursing is such a great outlet and relief valve. That’s why people of a religious or pacifistic bent invent expletive phrases like “gosh darn it” and “dang!” But for me, that just doesn’t have that same flavor or ability to vent steam that a good rip of sailor-like vitriole has. There’s nothing like a satisfyingly lengthy spew of vile and violent verbiage to calm the inner beast.
It is said that prostitution is the oldest profession. If that is the case, then cursing has to be the oldest art.
Maybe after indulging in the first and discovering the effects of the second? (std)
Just smile and wave, smile and wave.
moonlander with a shotgun rack…. he he he.
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