Claire Petersky said:I yell warnings, exhortations and praise.
Warnings are usually short, to get the motorist to look, and usually to get
the motorist to either stop or stay stopped. Simply "Bicycle!" is the most
common. "See me?!" or "Look!" is another one I use a fair bit. "Stay there!"
if they've already stopped. I also yell "Turning!" when coming down Madison
and then turning right, because I don't dare take my hands of the brakes for
a second because the hill is so steep.
Exhorations are to get them to move along:
At the green light: "All right! It's green!" If that fails to move them
along, I add, "Green means 'Go!'"
When the car in front of me needs to roll a bit so I can maintain momentum
without unclipping: "Keep on rolling, Toyota, thatta boy, keep on rolling"
When overly polite Seattle drivers are frozen into immobility at the sight
of a cyclist: "You have the right of way! Go!"
Praise is for doing the right thing. Usually it's just "good job!", although
sometimes I'll say, "good little car", too, if I'm feeling snide. "You got
it!" is for cars that passed me successfully, especially if they appeared
scared or hesitant to do so at first. A "there you go" is also for cars
doing the right thing.
How much of this cacophony is audible to the motorist? I admit, I
mutter things like "Good cager! Turn that light!" but I mutter them
under my breath. Ditto the "Jerk!" and "Hey idiot, learn the law before
you try to teach it." that "get on the sidewalk" gets out of me. But
the only thing most cagers hear from me is, "Hey!" or "Look out!"
Quoted message said:Putting it all together: On the way to work, I need to stop people coming
from the Richard's Road off-ramp from whipping around the corner, illegally
taking a free right to the mall without stopping at the red. I've learned I
have to be smack dab in the lane (not Crosswalk of Death) so they'll notice
me at all, as they are still in Freeway Brain. I yell, in succession:
"BICYCLE! See me? STAY THERE. ...Good job!"
Last resort: Shriek of anticipated imminent pain. This happens
involuntarily, so it isn't like I plan to use it. It just sort of escapes.
It's when I'm convinced that something really awful is seconds away from
happening. Usually this blood-curdling cry is enough to stop a motorist in
his or her tracks.