just curious, why didn't you just cross into the opposite lane and go around?
RandMart wrote:
I can tell you the WORST
We were in Cape May one Summer day [actually a LOT of days, but I'm only going to talk about this one particular day] and some AirBNB-ing tourist was slow-pedaling his beefy cruiser down Beach Avenue. He was wearing a floral shirt, cargo shorts, Teva-like sandals, and a straw hat [NOT a helmet, mind you].
He was making 8 mph or so [less than 2/3 as fast as a Kenyan runs, to put in perspective] down the middle of the street. Yeah, right in front of me, and the parade of cars that was forming
behind me. Ok, not the MIDDLE of the street, but far enough into the lane that I couldn't get around. As a cyclist, I could see that he was over that much, so he wouldn't get doored. Still, I laid on my horn and advised that he pick up the pace, and yield somewhat to the vehicles behind
I believe that my exact words were "Hurry the fuck up, or move the fuck over"
He gently glided to his right with just barely enough room for me to go past, without crossing into opposing lane.
When we came to the light, he asked, in his most condescending and entitled tone possible "You have a problem?"
"Look asshole, I'm a cyclist myself, and can appreciate your position, but I will GLADLY run you the fuck over if you get in my way one more fucking time. And if *I* don't someone else will. And put a fucking helmet on. That luau hat looks stupid as shit"
I'm not the slightest bit proud of myself for that one. I even went to Confession for it the following Saturday afternoon