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i think it's not an adrenalin rush when "trying to bike city streets"
but rather an adrenalin rush when a car hits you while biking. others
have suggested various things that a biker should have done when hit, i
think in reality when someone is hit, biker, pedestrian, motorist, they
often are in a state of shoke, even if it's a minor accident and thus
not thinking clearly. i think this is especially true of bikers and
pedestrians who are more vulnerable than motorist. you life may have
been "somewhat over stressed" or you may have just been releasing the
stress of being hit by a car. fortunately no one was hurt and while
reporting the cabbie may not have caused him any 'grief', i suspect
your multiple bouts of STFU might cause him to be a little more
cautious around bikers in the future. on a different note, someone suggested acting "crazy" when you fear someone might be about to mug you, this also works when cars are tailgating you on the highway. slowing down or cursing them through your rear view mirror just tend to enhance your own anger or elicit more "angry" driving from the tailgater. however, weaving just a bit in the lane usually causes them to back off and go around you at their earliest possible convenience, which personnally gives me a good laugh.... ;-) happy rainy wednesday, stephen Pete Coyle wrote: ---- You are receiving this because you are subscribed to the list named "UnivCity." To unsubscribe or for archive information, seeI like bikes more than cars, but people who ride bikes on the sidewalk are jerks. If your too afraid to ride in the street, sell your bike.Here's another little story where I'm a total spaz that makes a fool of himself. I was riding on Market st., stopped at a redlight with a cab next to me. The light turned green, and the cab turned into me, with no signal. Illegally knocking me on my ass. The cab slowed until I got up, and then started to slowly pull away. I yelled something, and grabbed the top tube of the bike, and threw it across the hood of the cab. I then ran to the driver's side and as soon as the cabbie yelled at me, I yelled at him to "shut the fuck up, and give me his operator's number." He began to yell, and argue with me. So I again busted out the STFU! His passengers were two Penn/Drexel kids, fascinated by the screaming, red faced psychopath. I asked one kid to call the cab company, and then asked them both if they would please get out of the cab and stiff the cabbie. They looked concerned and mentioned that they had come from the airport. The cabbie of course began to protest, so I screamed exasperatted for him to STFU. The college students are laughing, and shooting each other looks at this point. They stiffed the cabbie, and reported him to the dispatcher (which I imagine has no value). I collected my bike from the scratched hood of his cab, and he peeled out furious, and with less money. I realized that my life might be somewhat over stressed. In retrospect, I was unable to pinpoint a moment where I was in control of myself throughout the whole incident. Something happens to your adrenalin while trying to bike city streets. Hulk Smash! Pete ---- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: |
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