Those of you who know me know I'm a pretty relaxed and calm sorta guy and I don't get mad often but today I blew it.
I work from home, quite close to the Yarra trail in the Banyule area. Today I jumped on the bike path on my way to Kew Blvd for some training. Those of you familiar with the section of the path along Manningham Rd (or whatever its called there) will know you have to cross over the drive in entrance to the Greenery nursery. It's well signposted for cars to look out for cyclists crossing
I was already going slow but slowed down further looked for cars turning in and noticed one was about to do so but I had plenty of time, kept going and the car duly proceded after me. He may have had to slow down 2 seconds if that to let me go past. All is sweet so far.
As I pulled away the driver winds down his window and shouts "Get off the f$#@$%g road you ******". I couldn't believe it. Normally I have a thick skin and I'd let this sort of thing go past on the road. But this is the bike path - our patch! I turned around and chased him into the nursery and confronted him explaining very calmy I had done nothing wrong, he was supposed to give way to me and he hardly needed to slow down at all in doing so.
"Why don't you ride on the f$#@$%g road instead of the footpath?"
"I wasn't on the footpath I was on the bike path" And I bet if I was on the road you'd be complaining too"
"You f$#@$%g idiots should be off the road"
That's just a summary there was more in between and I was getting quite upset with each passing second. This guy was a fat slob, his only form of exercise would be carrying the slab of VB from car to fridge. So I replied
"You should get your fat **** on a bike so you lose some weight. I was a fat slob like you once"! (In retrospect I'm proud of that reply. I was 100kg once but never as big as this ******** but forgive me the poetic license)
He then proceded to tell me where to go and what to get and told me to stay out of his way or I'd get what was coming to me. So I got my mobile out, took note of his number plate and told him I was going straight to the police station to report him for road rage and abuse. (I just made that up - don't really know what to report him for).
I continued to Kew Blvd did **** at my hill sprints and have been shaking ever since. Confrontation is not my style. Maybe that's why my wife and daughter always get their own way!
Sorry for the long post. Thought you'd all like to know though.
BTW The car was a "Brockadore"
D
I work from home, quite close to the Yarra trail in the Banyule area. Today I jumped on the bike path on my way to Kew Blvd for some training. Those of you familiar with the section of the path along Manningham Rd (or whatever its called there) will know you have to cross over the drive in entrance to the Greenery nursery. It's well signposted for cars to look out for cyclists crossing
I was already going slow but slowed down further looked for cars turning in and noticed one was about to do so but I had plenty of time, kept going and the car duly proceded after me. He may have had to slow down 2 seconds if that to let me go past. All is sweet so far.
As I pulled away the driver winds down his window and shouts "Get off the f$#@$%g road you ******". I couldn't believe it. Normally I have a thick skin and I'd let this sort of thing go past on the road. But this is the bike path - our patch! I turned around and chased him into the nursery and confronted him explaining very calmy I had done nothing wrong, he was supposed to give way to me and he hardly needed to slow down at all in doing so.
"Why don't you ride on the f$#@$%g road instead of the footpath?"
"I wasn't on the footpath I was on the bike path" And I bet if I was on the road you'd be complaining too"
"You f$#@$%g idiots should be off the road"
That's just a summary there was more in between and I was getting quite upset with each passing second. This guy was a fat slob, his only form of exercise would be carrying the slab of VB from car to fridge. So I replied
"You should get your fat **** on a bike so you lose some weight. I was a fat slob like you once"! (In retrospect I'm proud of that reply. I was 100kg once but never as big as this ******** but forgive me the poetic license)
He then proceded to tell me where to go and what to get and told me to stay out of his way or I'd get what was coming to me. So I got my mobile out, took note of his number plate and told him I was going straight to the police station to report him for road rage and abuse. (I just made that up - don't really know what to report him for).
I continued to Kew Blvd did **** at my hill sprints and have been shaking ever since. Confrontation is not my style. Maybe that's why my wife and daughter always get their own way!
Sorry for the long post. Thought you'd all like to know though.
BTW The car was a "Brockadore"
D