Inconsiderate cyclists - Examples of poor cycling you have witnessed

tek-monkey

wanna see my snake?
Why do bends matter if the motorists are driving safely? If a broken down truck was round the corner you'd be dead, unless you drove at a speed relative to visibility in which case the cyclists would be fine.
 

shoes

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Surely it doesn't matter if they are 2 abreast if you are in your own lane?

Clearly you don't drive :P

What does it matter? Well, I'm coming round a bend at car speeds and they're two abreast around the bend also in my lane at lycra speeds then we have a problem. And if you're about to suggest taking the bends at lycra speeds, see first point above!
 

shoes

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Surely it doesn't matter if they are 2 abreast if you are in your own lane?

I agree it would be very problematic in that situation, however, in the circa. half million miles I have travelled this has not once occurred.

Cyclists deliberately making themselves the broken down truck, however, is daily from march until about october.
 

tek-monkey

wanna see my snake?
But they're following the rules of the road? Again today my elbow was clipped by a twat in a corsa* that didn't think I should be allowed right of the double yellows, yet drivers are supposed to afford cyclists as much room as any other road user. Mad as it sounds I find the best way to be allowed my own space is a flailing rucksack strap with a bit of metal on the end, as drivers care more about paintwork than cyclists. I've also since Christmas had at least 4 cars accelerate past me only to then do a hard left onto browning Street resulting in massive breaking and swearing on my behalf. So forgive me for taking my bit of road back, but legally I'm in the right. It's not like we're allowed on the pavements.

*Other twats are available
 

shoes

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But they're following the rules of the road? Again today my elbow was clipped by a twat in a corsa* that didn't think I should be allowed right of the double yellows, yet drivers are supposed to afford cyclists as much room as any other road user. Mad as it sounds I find the best way to be allowed my own space is a flailing rucksack strap with a bit of metal on the end, as drivers care more about paintwork than cyclists. I've also since Christmas had at least 4 cars accelerate past me only to then do a hard left onto browning Street resulting in massive breaking and swearing on my behalf. So forgive me for taking my bit of road back, but legally I'm in the right. It's not like we're allowed on the pavements.

*Other twats are available

In town it's a bit different, on NSL roads though I would have thought common sense would prevail, regardless of the law. I for one wouldn't like to ride on that road, let alone in the middle of a lane in the twisties.
 

proactive

Enjoying a drop of red.
In town it's a bit different, on NSL roads though I would have thought common sense would prevail, regardless of the law. I for one wouldn't like to ride on that road, let alone in the middle of a lane in the twisties.
Yet for some reason some cyclists seem to think they are invulnerable. If they think at all.

Those with a brain and a sense of self-preservation, rather than those with a sense of entitlement, would never do that.
 

proactive

Enjoying a drop of red.
No shortage of twats when you're on two wheels. Bicycle or motorbike.
I've just reread this and what I actually meant to say is that there is no shortage of twats, amongst other road users, when you're on a cycle or a motorbike.
 

proactive

Enjoying a drop of red.
Total cock in the roadworks on Foregate Street. Swerves across the front of my car causing me to brake hard enough to trigger the ABS. I pap my horn. He then stops and wants to discuss my attitude. As the traffic was now stationary, I got out to have said discussion, at which point he realised I was somewhat taller than him and he buggered off.

Next time mate, I won't bother braking, as you don't like my attitude when I do.
 

Withnail

Well-Known Forumite
Hello to you if you read this...

About half 4, we're going south on the Lichfield Rd, moving past the Riverway crossroads, an Ambulance is blues & twos and everyone is getting out of the way.

I hop onto the pavement so that everyone else can do that too.

The Ambulance passes and things start moving again so i hop back down into the road.

And you f**king BEEP me.

You f**king beep me, dude.

I'm interested to know now what you expect me to do? I've pulled over to allow the Ambulance to pass, and now i'm getting back on - i'm just rejoining the road as it was before it was paused - you were behind me then, and are behind me now. It's not like it's a section of road that is too narrow for passing, wtf, just go round.

Anyway, to recap, you BEEP

I flip you the finger. I am not sorry in the least. You are in the wrong here, get over it.

Then you f**king BEEP me again!

OK now we've entered a new phase. Now i flip the finger, extend it, take prime position and hold it for about as long as i pulled onto the pavement out of the way of the Ambulance. The temptation to hold that all the way to the railway bridge was strong, but i am not entirely unreasonable, regardless of the low opinion many here have of me.

When you passed me - before we had even reached St. Leonard's, to give some sort of inkling as to how little amount of your no doubt precious time i had actually eaten into - you screamed something out of your lowered passenger side window at me.

Sadly, i didn't hear what you screamed, but i'd like you to know that i screamed something back, and i think you might likewise have missed it.

So i said GET F**KED
 

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
Hello to you if you read this...

About half 4, we're going south on the Lichfield Rd, moving past the Riverway crossroads, an Ambulance is blues & twos and everyone is getting out of the way.

I hop onto the pavement so that everyone else can do that too.

The Ambulance passes and things start moving again so i hop back down into the road.

And you f**king BEEP me.

You f**king beep me, dude.

I'm interested to know now what you expect me to do? I've pulled over to allow the Ambulance to pass, and now i'm getting back on - i'm just rejoining the road as it was before it was paused - you were behind me then, and are behind me now. It's not like it's a section of road that is too narrow for passing, wtf, just go round.

Anyway, to recap, you BEEP

I flip you the finger. I am not sorry in the least. You are in the wrong here, get over it.

Then you f**king BEEP me again!

OK now we've entered a new phase. Now i flip the finger, extend it, take prime position and hold it for about as long as i pulled onto the pavement out of the way of the Ambulance. The temptation to hold that all the way to the railway bridge was strong, but i am not entirely unreasonable, regardless of the low opinion many here have of me.

When you passed me - before we had even reached St. Leonard's, to give some sort of inkling as to how little amount of your no doubt precious time i had actually eaten into - you screamed something out of your lowered passenger side window at me.

Sadly, i didn't hear what you screamed, but i'd like you to know that i screamed something back, and i think you might likewise have missed it.

So i said GET F**KED

That is disgusting, the driver not yourself.

Youngest was riding home from work along the Newport Road in the early hours of Thursday (4.30am), comes out of Rowley Avenue and heads towards Station Road.
He could see a dark coloued Range Rover waiting to come out of Brunswick Terrace. Now you can't miss my lad on his bike, certainly not at night time. He has 2 very bright lights on the front, so bright he has dazzled me when driving on a couple of occassions. The ones on the back aren't in anyway dim either.
He also wears a limey green/ bright yellow hi viz waterproof. Along with other notice me bits n bobs. (Think the Christmas Coca-Cola lorry, but on a bike)

The driver of said Chelsea Tractor seemed to wait till he got level with him before pulling out, nearly taking him off the bike. He shouts, at the same time using the horn, which is almost as loud as a car horn, cost him a fortune, but he needs to stay safe and let people know he's out and about.
Expecting knob in the car to stop, he was ready. But no, said knob put his/her/its foot down and sped off. Normally even given the time, he can catch up with car drivers along Station Road, due to lights etc. This one was gone, he just caught the tail lights as they sped over Victoria Road bridge.
The only thing he hasn't shelled out for yet, is a Go-Pro.
 
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