I slapped the hood of a car once--quite hard, which was turning left right into my kids, who were biking with me to the library (this was a good 5 years ago). She wasn't looking at us, just at the cars to see if the coast was clear. She stopped immediately. I yelled, "Do you want to kill my kids?" Then she hung her head in her lap. She was upset at what she did.

Looking back on it I can laugh it off, but I was shaken by this then for a good week or two.

This is why I never ride in front of people who are turning like this. Not until I make eye contact with the driver (which isn't a guarantee, of course).

Worst thing I ever did was after a passenger screamed at me from 2 feet away while overtaking me in a pick-up truck with construction equipment in the bed. If you've ever been barked at by a dog right in your ear, this was a very close second. You know the kind, where the dog doesn't bark until they are right up next to you, then as the car goes past you at 40 mph, the dog leans out the window and "B A R K!!!!" I've gotten both wheels off the ground from one of these before! Anyway, back to the story. This was when I was very new to commuting and hadn't fully realized how dangerous and mentally ill many people are. I decided right away I was going to catch them and spit on their car. It must have taken me three minutes to catch them in traffic. I unleashed a huge spitball through the open window and it blasted the passenger-side of the dashboard (I was probably aiming for the guy's face). I can still hear the wailing and groaning when it hit. They passed me a little while later and screamed obscenities at me. Thankfully, they didn't run me over or throw a hammer at me, nor did I end up splayed-out on the hood of a police car being arrested in front a few hundred cagers. Just another example of God's grace, I suppose. Repent and do better tomorrow.

I've seen plenty of road rage directed at me before and since, some more violent, but the most I'll do now is follow them or circle their car once while parked in traffic like a shark.

today I banged on someone's glass which I haven't done before.
I was almost right hooked last night at high speed as I was making a rt and someone in the middle lane decided to try and skip the traffic cue by cutting through the neighborhood. He swerved hard rt and nearly took me out in the corner. I tried to catch him but couldn't

I was still p!ssed about that that today when I got buzzed. I chased the person down after watching her weave in and out of traffic. She missed my mirror by less than 6 inches. I banged on her glass and she opened the window. I said you almost hit me back there. Pay attention. With her <6yo kids in the backseat she starts off with profanity I could hardly believe. Telling me had nerve banging on her glass in front of her kids. She said she'd call the cops and I said go ahead I have all the witnesses I need as I pointed to the other cars. I then took my phone out and took a pic of her plate. The light turned green and she took off, but not before she called me whitey something and I called her a fat pig racist.


Bad couple of days, I guess.

No, actually you don't have the right to do any of that. Drivers getting aggressive with you is illegal (it's called road rage!), and similarly, it's illegal for you to get aggressive back or to initiate a confrontation with them.

I'm honestly glad some of you guys are on bikes. I'd hate to see you behind the wheel.

Most of us own cars as well.

My driving style is similar to that of an old lady. Put me on a bike and f with me and I turn into the most aggressive SOB known to man.

It's not a pretty sight.

Az

I kicked a dog a few times that was chasing me. We don't get too much road rage out here. I'm glad I don't live in the city.

I got passed by a car very closely and they were reving their engine. I screamed "Helllll Yeaahhhhhhhh!" sarcastically. Not really violent, but I'm not a very violent person.

Umm most violent thing ever...... once i kicked a dog it was just pissed at me i dont really know why i was just rideing and the dog wouldnt leave and tried biteing me for nothing so i uncliped and smacked it's head.
Thought about telling the owners of the dog never did.....

Yesterday some kid didn't do his stop and proceeded to a left turn (I was turning left too, was my turn) almost right through me. I braked hard and he barely braked, he even looked at me.

So I kicked his back door pretty hard.

When you're moron enough to almost kill someone and not even stop or try to look ashamed, that's all you can wait for...

I slapped the hood of a mercedes that was coming down the WRONG side of the road to get around a line of cars at a stoplight. She was on her phone too.

Ohhh !!!

+1 for the benz !

I was riding off a small bridge, gaining good speed for the upcoming gentle upslope, when a car overtook me and then started to slow about 10 ft in front of me, obviously about to turn in front of me, so I had to brake to a standstill.

To her credit, the driver must have then realized what she'd done, and stopped short of her turn, but I had already had to stop, and in my frustration tapped the back of her car with my hand, probably protesting verbally (not especially rudely).

Next thing the passenger door flies open and a brick-outhouse of a self-tattooed Neanderthal comes charging towards me and gets 2 inches from my face yelling and threatening me for touching his girl's car.

Cue a pathetic whining bespectacled geek stuck with top-tube between legs, passively protesting that what she'd done was unnecessary, and all he did was tap her car with my open hand... I think he realized that pulverizing me would be no challenge so little fun, and/or that I hadn't actually damaged the car, and perhaps most likely that with the witnesses in cars behind and his numerous previous convictions / outstanding warrants etc., it wasn't worth his while.

My lesson was that even being verbally aggressive, you have to be ready and able to follow through all the way with any random psychopath you may face. I subsequently discovered a friend has a close friend who ended up in hospital for a very long time from a confrontation with a driver.

I can't say it's stopped me verbally protesting idiocy when I face it though.

On a very quiet Sunday morning ride along a 2-lane country road, a pickup truck passed me from behind at probably 45 mph within an uncomfortably close distance. There were no other vehicles anywhere in either lane and the road is almost perfectly straight, so he could certainly have moved left.

I shouted, "Hey!" at the top of my voice and to my surprise, the driver actually slowed down and lowered his passenger side window as I came up beside. Since he seemed to want to know why I shouted, I yelled, "Leave more room". Moving at about 15 mph, the wind noise in my ears prevented me from hearing whatever he replied.

the other day a car cut me off. it had swastikas all over it and they were hurling racial epiphates at me. i caught up to them and shoved some bananas up their tailpipe, causing the car to explode.

I shot and killed a dog once. It attacked me the month before, and even though I talked to the owner about locking the dog up, I didn't trust him and I started carrying my .45 when passing by the owner's house. About a month later, the dog went for me again, so I shot him in the head. The owner was pissed. He jumped in his truck and found me, and shouted some obscenities but didn't actually threaten me.

I had a bike stolen in '91 at the University of Ky. I saw the guy riding it near commonwealth stadium, so I kicked him off of it, and kicked him around a little, before taking it back. That's about it.

Of course he didn't threaten you. You had a .45 and had showed competence when using it.

I let a crack addict female roll right into me head on. I had to make an ermgency part replacement late one Sunday night and was out testing it before I commuted to work on Monday morning.

There she was! Heading north on the left side of the road near where I live in a residential neighborhood. I saw her long before the collision. I'm going south and as far to the right as could be. I kept expecting her to look up and see me. We collide skull and handlebars. I had a sore face and laceration from my titanium glasses frames cutting me in my eyebrow.

I left her, in the swale, screaming at me how her leg was hurt. I gave her remedial road use instructions such as keep to the right and look where you are going. A few days later, I saw her again and she didn't seem any worse for the encounter. She is mad as hell at me though.