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Dane Jackson
Guest
So I'm trying to figure this out. Are most of the people on the road just totally ignorant of how
you are supposed to drive? Or possibly they have merely come to the battle of wits unarmed. Then
again, I don't want to ignore the possibility that we've extended the franchise of the license to
the insane or possibly lobotomized. Heaven knows we shouldn't deprive any person of their license
for trivial reasons such as these.
I'm rather irritated since on my way home yesterday I had a little encounter with an impatient moron
in a Civic. I was buzzing along Eastgate way about 30 MPH, traffic was fairly light (since I was
leaving work late). I was keeping up very well with the car in front of
me. In fact, truth be known, I was probably closer than I should have been really.
I'm just bopping along thinking about what I want to do when I get home, when I see a car swinging
into the middle turn lane on my left. This is on a long straight-away next to a limited access
highway. There is no place to turn left. I'm thinking to myself "No way, no-one is that stupid". And
sure enough, about one second later they cut in between me and the car in front of me. Of course, in
the process damn near giving me a heart attack as I grab my brake to slow down.
I catch up to her in a just a short bit, in fact the driver is stopped at a red light. Unfortunately
the light changes before I can knock on the window and read the riot act to her. This irritates me
more, so I end up just cycling next to her, shouting at the top of my lungs "What the hell was
that?", "Hello! What the F%%K were you thinking?!" and similar endearments. I tired of this fairly
quickly (especially since she was studiously avoiding eye contact).
It really doesn't bother me if people "cut me off". I'm usually pretty mellow, and I'm not in that
much of a rush to get anywhere. But she damn near sideswiped me for no damn reason.
The other incident that prompted this post happened about 3 weeks ago. Again while I was on my way
home. It was a fairly dark rainy night. Plenty of overcast, windy, cold, etc. I'm on West Lake
Washington way, just about to leave it to climb up Coleman Park to the I-90 bike tunnel. I'm
terribly visible (Tights with reflective flashes, dual blinkies, 16 watts of headlights, hi-viz
cycling jacket), and the cars are giving me plenty of passing room.
Someone goes to pass me, they swing *all* the way into the opposite lane. Which wouldn't be all that
big a deal, except for the oncoming traffic. The guy panics, realizes I'm not going 10 MPH, so it's
going to take him too long to pass. He tries to dart over as soon as he passes me, starts to skid,
slams on his brakes, starts to slide more (remember - it's raining), over-corrects, tries to correct
again. He ends up doing a beautiful bootlegger and ends up neatly parked in the opposite lane facing
me. The oncoming car is stopped with about one foot to spare from his rear bumper. The only thing
really marring a perfect score was he did manage to take out a traffic sign of some variety by
sideswiping
mf.
No real point to the post I suppose. Just irritated in general. Of course probably adding to that is
my wheel dying after only about 2000 miles. Which meant I was one of the idiots driving that day to
get to work, and taking my wheel to the shop. I realized afresh that I don't actually like driving.
I sort of like it late at night when I'm just about the only person on the road. The rest of the
time I'd rather be riding my bike.
I've barely had the thing three months (hand built, 36 spoke Mavic MA3 rim, double butted 14/15
spokes). I only weigh about 190 so I really expected this to hold up better. It died by pulling the
rim out at one of the eyelets, and evidently there was cracking at every fourth spoke also. Isn't
that indicative of too high a tension?
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Dane Jackson - z u v e m b i @ u n i x b i g o t s . o r g ... bleakness ... desolation ...
plastic forks ...
you are supposed to drive? Or possibly they have merely come to the battle of wits unarmed. Then
again, I don't want to ignore the possibility that we've extended the franchise of the license to
the insane or possibly lobotomized. Heaven knows we shouldn't deprive any person of their license
for trivial reasons such as these.
I'm rather irritated since on my way home yesterday I had a little encounter with an impatient moron
in a Civic. I was buzzing along Eastgate way about 30 MPH, traffic was fairly light (since I was
leaving work late). I was keeping up very well with the car in front of
me. In fact, truth be known, I was probably closer than I should have been really.
I'm just bopping along thinking about what I want to do when I get home, when I see a car swinging
into the middle turn lane on my left. This is on a long straight-away next to a limited access
highway. There is no place to turn left. I'm thinking to myself "No way, no-one is that stupid". And
sure enough, about one second later they cut in between me and the car in front of me. Of course, in
the process damn near giving me a heart attack as I grab my brake to slow down.
I catch up to her in a just a short bit, in fact the driver is stopped at a red light. Unfortunately
the light changes before I can knock on the window and read the riot act to her. This irritates me
more, so I end up just cycling next to her, shouting at the top of my lungs "What the hell was
that?", "Hello! What the F%%K were you thinking?!" and similar endearments. I tired of this fairly
quickly (especially since she was studiously avoiding eye contact).
It really doesn't bother me if people "cut me off". I'm usually pretty mellow, and I'm not in that
much of a rush to get anywhere. But she damn near sideswiped me for no damn reason.
The other incident that prompted this post happened about 3 weeks ago. Again while I was on my way
home. It was a fairly dark rainy night. Plenty of overcast, windy, cold, etc. I'm on West Lake
Washington way, just about to leave it to climb up Coleman Park to the I-90 bike tunnel. I'm
terribly visible (Tights with reflective flashes, dual blinkies, 16 watts of headlights, hi-viz
cycling jacket), and the cars are giving me plenty of passing room.
Someone goes to pass me, they swing *all* the way into the opposite lane. Which wouldn't be all that
big a deal, except for the oncoming traffic. The guy panics, realizes I'm not going 10 MPH, so it's
going to take him too long to pass. He tries to dart over as soon as he passes me, starts to skid,
slams on his brakes, starts to slide more (remember - it's raining), over-corrects, tries to correct
again. He ends up doing a beautiful bootlegger and ends up neatly parked in the opposite lane facing
me. The oncoming car is stopped with about one foot to spare from his rear bumper. The only thing
really marring a perfect score was he did manage to take out a traffic sign of some variety by
sideswiping
mf.
No real point to the post I suppose. Just irritated in general. Of course probably adding to that is
my wheel dying after only about 2000 miles. Which meant I was one of the idiots driving that day to
get to work, and taking my wheel to the shop. I realized afresh that I don't actually like driving.
I sort of like it late at night when I'm just about the only person on the road. The rest of the
time I'd rather be riding my bike.
I've barely had the thing three months (hand built, 36 spoke Mavic MA3 rim, double butted 14/15
spokes). I only weigh about 190 so I really expected this to hold up better. It died by pulling the
rim out at one of the eyelets, and evidently there was cracking at every fourth spoke also. Isn't
that indicative of too high a tension?
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Dane Jackson - z u v e m b i @ u n i x b i g o t s . o r g ... bleakness ... desolation ...
plastic forks ...