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Old 05-06-05, 11:57 AM
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Score one for the good guys.

We've all experienced it and will continue to experience it. It sends cold blood seeping down our veins and questions flying through our minds trying to find some kind of logic behind what just happened. We spend the next 20 minutes dwelling on negativity rather than enjoying the breeze in our faces. It can ruin a perfectly good mood. It can ruin a perfectly good ride. And we've all had them:

Yellers. Horn Blowers. Engine Revvers. People who, for reasons completely unknown, decide to draw attention to themselves by harassing the person on the bicycle who is simply out to enjoy something they feel so passionate about, they'll spend countless hours huffing it down the road under the power of their own two legs.

Today, however, justice took a slight poetic turn.

I'm in the last 8 miles of a 37 miler, creeping tiredly at 10 gruelling mph into some good ole' springtime North Carolina mountain headwind. I'm on the 4-lanes, so there's no relenting by the wind, and traffic whistling by me 5 times my speed isn't helping. It makes for slightly-discouraged spirits to say the least, because I've ridden this path many times and I know the winds aren't going to change direction.

Most people in North Carolina (with the exception of the tourists) are very bike-friendly. Even though I have a clean, smooth 3-foot-wide shoulder as my very own personal bike path, they'll STILL move over to the other lane (if not half way) as they pass me.

But Mr. Black Toyota Pickup is a little different today. For today, he's filled with some teenagers who just want to show off in front of their buddies. Instead of showing a little courtesy and decency, they decide to drive as close as they could get to me (at over 60mph) and yell at me as they overtake me. The two in the front I didn't really see. But the two sitting in the back, I got a VERY good description of as they pointed at me and laughed because they succeeded in startling me to the point of nearly running off the shoulder.

Why do they do it? Who knows. But a MAJOR contributing factor to this behavior is the fact that they know we can't do anything about it. We can't catch them. Even if you could read the tag number in time, what are you going to do with it? (Well, I'll tell you what I do with tag numbers a little further down) We're defenseless when it comes to this idiocy.

But here's where it starts to get good.

Apparently the idiots didn't realize that they passed me in a long straight and I saw them turn into Uncle Bill's Flea Market on the left. The idea of pulling in and confronting them flashed through my mind. Best-case-scenario, I could scare the piss out of them. Worst-case-scenario, I'd be picking a fight with 4 rednecks at a flea market. Should I turn left and pursue or just keep moving?

Intersection. Whatcha gonna do, Lee?

I look behind me. Two lanes of clear traffic. Wow. It must be a sign. I turn left and stop to cross the two oncoming lanes of traffic. Three cars, and it's clear.

I pull into the gravel parkinglot-driveway of Uncle Bill's and having watched which direction the truck had gone, I stayed left and pedaled slowly up the flea market driveway scanning for those two guys in the back or a sign of that black truck.

Just when I start to think they may have driven through the parking lot and gotten back on the 4-lanes, I spot that dirty blonde hair jetting out from under a black baseball cap. And there's his buddy. The two teens walking behind them must be the two that were in the front of the truck. Boy and a girl. completely oblivious to my presence. They're about to walk into a building, so I speed it up a little to get beside them.

I pass them up from the driveway and focus my eyes on the blonde. He's probably pushing 14. He's not paying attention. But his buddy spots me and stops dead in his tracks.

I've never seen a face turn as ghost-white (even through my yellow glasses) as I did that day. The absolute look of horror on his face revealed to me an emotion in one split second that would take ten pages of words to describe. "Oh. My. God."

His right arm swung dazedly toward Blondie as he and I never broke eye contact. The blonde looked over at me. I shifted my eyes to him, still slowly pedaling. His smile blinked to the same shock and dismay his petrified friend was now wearing. I glared at him for what felt like hours, as I kept slowly pedaling by.

I broke eye contact first. Not because I was intimidated in the least, but partly because I was now having to turn my head too far around to see them, and partly because they were too frozen in fear to even control their fight or flight instincts. They couldn't have moved their eyes if 3 scantily-clad girls were dancing on a suburban Saran-Wrapping a midget in a gorilla suit. (Don't ask.)

So I made a quick U-turn and grabbed their eye contact again as I slowly crept by them going the other way. They still hadn't moved an inch. Just standing there watching me in horror wondering what my next move would be and where/who they were going to run to if I approached them, I like to think.

Having my satisfaction I turned away with a smug grin on my face and pedaled on. I stopped beside the black pickup and peeked ostentatiously under the lowered-tailgate to look at the license plate. SYF-1403. North Carolina.

There isn't much one can do with a tag number, but my fear was that they'd get back on the road and harass me some more, but this time without stopping half a mile ahead of me like a bunch of idiots. Better to be safe than sorry.

FYI: Your license tag is linked to three very valuable marks of identification:

Your Name
Your Address
Your Phone Number

If you know a police officer or dispatcher, you can EASILY have this information available.

"Careful yelling at cyclists... next guy might be crazier than me." would definately be an eye-opening letter to find tucked under your windshield wiper one morning... but I got my satisfaction, and I didn't see them again on the road, so I'm content.

I'd like to think that it makes a huge difference to other bikers who ride through my beautiful hometown, but in all reality, at best it's just one or two fewer Yellers or Honkers if they EVEN learned a lesson... But in my satisfied little mind, I'm going to smile and think the next time those two see a cyclist, they'll now slow down a little, change lanes and look straight ahead in fear.

Lee =)
Happy Riding.
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THAT must of felt good! A somewhat similar situation happened to me a few years back and boy did it feel good:

Stopped at a light. Car pulls up on my left and I see a teenager driving and 2 younger kids (about 12 years old) one in the front passanger seat the other in the rear. Kid in the pasanger side yells at me "We're gonna kill you Mr. Bicycle man" they say this several times all the while laughing.

So I get off the bike, step up on the sidewalk, saying nothing, and look at them until the light turns green and they drive off, aughing of course. I got descriptions, car make and model and license plate.

I get home and call the police. Officer shows up at my door to take a statement. Mommy calls the next day and apologizes for her son and tells me he WILL be punished. Apparantly, the kid turned white when the cop showed up at their door wondering about a group of kids in a Chev Cavalier threatening somebody's life.

Cop calls the next day and tells me all about it. Kid admitted it right off the bat and started to bawl when the cop told him of the charges I could lay against them, but the cop said he would see what he could do to try and convince me to drop the charges.

I didn't lay charges. It was just a stupid kid. But MAN, I'd give anything to be there to see the kids face.

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I only have a hassle like that maybe once every couple of years. However about 4 weeks ago I was riding my monthly century on a 2 lane highway north of Saratoga Springs NY, It is a designated bike route and in most places has a shoulder 4-6' wide.
So I'm plodding along the far right of the 6' shoulder when a raggedy azz pickup passes within 6" of me. The toothless wonder driving the truck slows down and looks out the back window of the truck while laughing and then takes off. I wasn't going to pick a fight out on the road so I acted like I had no idea of what he had done and kept on riding. a couple miles up the road I had planned a rest stop at a conveince store. As I rode into the parking lot on the side of store Lo and behold Toothless wonder's pickup is there, I rode slowly past it and noticed the keys were in the ignition. I have no idea why I suddenly decided to do this and I hadn't planned it, but I saw there wasn't any windows on that side of the store and no one was around so I reached in and took his keys. I hopped back on my bike and hauled azz down a side street. I rode into the next town and tossed his keys into the trash, with any luck he had to walk home. Sometimes I feel bad about doing that, but I usually get over it quickly
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Oh My God!!!!! ROTFL @ both of you!!!! Cops?! Stolen Keys?! Great stories. Cold-served-well-earned revenge. Cyclists everywhere applaud you I'm sure.

Wow. I just brow-beat a couple of punks and think I'm the stuff, but Sirs, the gold medals go to you!!

High Five!
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thats awesome you just made my day all of you all the way to the key theft that was classic!!
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Originally Posted by velonomad
I only have a hassle like that maybe once every couple of years. However about 4 weeks ago I was riding my monthly century on a 2 lane highway north of Saratoga Springs NY, It is a designated bike route and in most places has a shoulder 4-6' wide.
So I'm plodding along the far right of the 6' shoulder when a raggedy azz pickup passes within 6" of me. The toothless wonder driving the truck slows down and looks out the back window of the truck while laughing and then takes off. I wasn't going to pick a fight out on the road so I acted like I had no idea of what he had done and kept on riding. a couple miles up the road I had planned a rest stop at a conveince store. As I rode into the parking lot on the side of store Lo and behold Toothless wonder's pickup is there, I rode slowly past it and noticed the keys were in the ignition. I have no idea why I suddenly decided to do this and I hadn't planned it, but I saw there wasn't any windows on that side of the store and no one was around so I reached in and took his keys. I hopped back on my bike and hauled azz down a side street. I rode into the next town and tossed his keys into the trash, with any luck he had to walk home. Sometimes I feel bad about doing that, but I usually get over it quickly

That IS good! But wouldn't it be nice for that guy to know it was that cyclist who took the keys? Of course not, but it would put the icing on the cake tho. Feel guilty? Don't.
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I do alot of my cycling in the city, so this is a common theme for me. Several times i've caught up to the person driving. The most recent one was probably the best story.

Back Ground: I'm male, with long hair, so from behind.. who knows?!

So I am biking up Yonge Street, in the heart of Toronto. Traffic is moving okay, there is no bike lane, and the lanes probably aren't wide enough in my opinion. Most cars move over. I sorta sensed this car. The passenger in the back seat reached out and slapped my butt as they passed. As they drove off i could see them in the back seat turned around and laughing at me. Not for long.

I gave pursuit, this is Yonge Street, there is a light ever 3-400 meters and traffic. And on this lucky day a parade coming in the other direction. I caught them about a kilometer up the road at a stop light. This was after a chase which they ran a yellow/red and i stopped at the light.

I get up to the car, 4 guys, all about 20-23 years of age. FOUR of them, one of me. I let loose a yelling rant/lecture on the one fellow that slapped me. I really gave it to him, he wouldn't even look at me. He was staring at the headrest in front of him, his buddy beside him laughing at him and me. The driver looking concerned. I dont know what the other guy was doing.

I finished all I had to say, a few people on the sidewalk had even stopped to watch.

I rode off, quite happy that the guy that was brave when he was driving past, turned out to be a chicken in front of his friends when I caught up, but thats typical. Just up the road I spot a cop directing traffic, normally I dont get the police involved, but I figured why not. I quickly told him about what happened, but since he was on parade duty, he told me to get a plate number and call it in. So I waited for the clowns to pass again, and I had a pen in hand.

At this point, they see me writing down the plate, they stop a bit up the road, and two of them get out. They try to convince me not to report them. I just told them that the discussion/lecture was done, and they best just leave. They did.

Surprisingly, later that night the police did visit me. THey took my statement, and were generally concerned about the situation.

A few days later, they called me back, and let me know the driver of the vehicle had basically turned on his friend, and was co-operating with us. I decided to that pressing charges against the slapper was the best method. A month or so passed before I got the next call from the police. They kids laywer had a plea bargin. A donation to charity, and a writen apology that would be read in court. I was fine with that and let them know that it was acceptable. The other option was court, which might have been fun, but i'm too lazy for that.

The best part for me: All of the jerks friends know he was charged with slapping a guys ass. I am sure he's still hearing about it.

In the past i've also followed a van of kids home after they tried to intimidate me. I've been punched/slapped by a road rager (cops were also called). I've also had a car full of teens apologize and actually mean it. I've also had about a million interactions with cars in the city that went off with no issues. Its just the few jerks that make good stories.
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Some of you have seen this movie but here it is again for those who haven't:

https://www.uselessjunk.com/modules.p...der=0&thold=-1

I love it when justice is served instantly
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ROTFL.. way to go Roos!!
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Great stories. Truly Great. There seems to be a theme which mine shares as well - stupid kids who end up feeling bad and/or scared when they are forced out of their bizarre cager haze into the real world.

On my trip down the pacific coast in 2002, I had pulled off the highway in N.Ca to grab some food. the onramp back onto the road was incredibly narrow -- basically just enough room for a passenger car and no more -- bounded by high concrete curbs on both sides for some inane reason. So, I need to basically ride in the middle of the lane to be sure I don't get creamed. Not surprisingly, honking and screaming commences from behind while I am bustin' @ss to get up the onramp. Passing within inches when it's clear is a beat-up red 80's mustang, piloted by a shirtless moron with a cigarette. couldn't have been more than 18. He swerves and almost hits me, causing me to run slightly off the road (at this point we were on the highway and thankfully the curbs were behind me.) I am po'd in the extreme and not only salute the guy (a favor he excitedly returns,) but start waving him back, inviting a fight. foolish, I know, but sometimes you can't control these things and I really wanted to get at this buzz-headed blond moron and strangle him with his stupid gold chains. To my suprise, he exits the highway at the next opportunity.

Now I am faced with a conundrum. I either follow him to the exit and confront this guy, or I ride on and hope (pray really) he doesn't come back on the road to run me down. I swallow the apple in my throat, grab my dog spray and pull off the road to meet him. Much to my own surprise (though if you read the earlier posts, it will be no surprise to you ) the guy is literally shaking when I approach the car. he turns off the radio like I'm a cop or something. As it sinks in that this kid is scared sh*tless, I relax a bit and loosen my grip on the concealed dog spray. I basically lecture him on cyclists rights and tell him he's likley to kill someone if he doesn't cut that crap out. he apologizes profusely and breathes a heavy sigh when he realizes I am backing off. I look back as I ride off and he was just sitting there with his head down. actually made me feel kinda bad, but i was ready to face a really hostile dude and it could have been ugly. I have had other similar experience, but that one was the most memorable, cuz I really felt like I had no choice but to confront the guy.

I really belive cars do something to people to make them agressive and feel immune from the consequences.
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Originally Posted by velonomad
I only have a hassle like that maybe once every couple of years. However about 4 weeks ago I was riding my monthly century on a 2 lane highway north of Saratoga Springs NY, It is a designated bike route and in most places has a shoulder 4-6' wide.
So I'm plodding along the far right of the 6' shoulder when a raggedy azz pickup passes within 6" of me. The toothless wonder driving the truck slows down and looks out the back window of the truck while laughing and then takes off. I wasn't going to pick a fight out on the road so I acted like I had no idea of what he had done and kept on riding. a couple miles up the road I had planned a rest stop at a conveince store. As I rode into the parking lot on the side of store Lo and behold Toothless wonder's pickup is there, I rode slowly past it and noticed the keys were in the ignition. I have no idea why I suddenly decided to do this and I hadn't planned it, but I saw there wasn't any windows on that side of the store and no one was around so I reached in and took his keys. I hopped back on my bike and hauled azz down a side street. I rode into the next town and tossed his keys into the trash, with any luck he had to walk home. Sometimes I feel bad about doing that, but I usually get over it quickly
If you have the chance again and conditions allow start the truck and lock the doors. I've always wanted to do that to people at the gas station that leave their cars running while filling up.
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fair play chap serves the ****** right.
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(in Nebraska, at least) Plate tag information is freely avaliable to the public. My grandma has a booklet that has every liscened car in county listed by plates, along with the name and address of each owner.
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Originally Posted by tmiller9909
(in Nebraska, at least) Plate tag information is freely avaliable to the public. My grandma has a booklet that has every liscened car in county listed by plates, along with the name and address of each owner.

That's good in one way, but I wonder how many crazies out there would use that against you. I have never seen such a booklet in Canada, but I wish I could find out where some of these motorists live.....umm...on second thought maybe I shouldn't know.....
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Hahahahahahahahaha!

Damn freaking fantastic boys! Well done, one and all.

Don't know why but when I'm riding, I'm so loaded with adrenaline, testosterone or something. Sometimes I feel pissed off enough to rip any jerk's throat out. But when I'm on my motorcycle, I'm much cooler headed. Road rage, cyclist rage? What is it?
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