angelaharms

... or at least a little comiseration?

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OMG. I have been yelled at for riding in the street, yelled at for riding on the sidewalk, yelled at for using the road downtown where there are no bike lanes *and* you aren't allowed on the sidewalk. Yelled at for being in the bike lane when somebody wants to turn.

And once, when I was in a wheelchair, yelled at for crossing the street at an intersection without a painted crosswalk.
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Please don't tell me to let it roll off. I know that. I'm doing the best I can. Right now, some cheese to go with my whine would be more helpful.

-A.

Torrilin

*passes the good melting cheese, a loaf of bread and the cheese knife* Sorry, you'll have to provide the broiler

Most drivers don't much think about getting around without a car. If ranting a bit helps, do it. Then start looking around for things like city planning meetings. You may not be able to make *one* driver behave, but if you can show up at the political meetings, you can make a real difference.

gerv 

I guess the best advice is to say keeping doing the best you can. We all experience some degree of frustration dealing with traffic. I recall once driving a car and stopping at a crosswalk to let a ped cross and having the car behind me honk...

I seem to experience a bit less of this kind of frustration recently. Perhaps I am just getting thick-skinned.

angelaharms

I was on my way to drop off registration forms for a non-violence conference, and I yelled back. Total chagrin. Ah well, maybe next time I'll remember the peace and love.

Roody

I guess we don't need to tell you that humor is one of the best coping mechanisms!

I also am downright ashamed to think of some of the things I've yelled at people. One time, after a bad day in traffic, a motorist honked at me as I was making a tricky left turn. I flashed him the finger before I realized that it was one of my co-workers waving at me in a friendly manner. To make matters worse, he had his little kids in the back seat. Boy did I feel bad! At least he (and his kids) thought it was pretty funny.

Sammiches

Yesterday a guy in a gigantic 4x4 yelled at me "you left your wallet on my mama's nightstand last night, and I'm so jealous of you because I have to drive this four-wheeled prosthetic penis!!!1"

At least that's what it sounded like. I couldn't hear him too well as he whipped past at 10mph over the speed limit, but he yelled for a good 400 yards.