I just got called a c***

[mr_cellophane]

Last night in Marsh Wall (middle of London Docklands). I had just got past the restriction for South Quay station. There was a bus stopped in front of me which had stopped because a van was turning round (obviously hadn't read all the "road closed" signs). The bus moved off and a car behind hooted a lot, even though they were a distance behind me. I was in secondary so not holding them up. As they past (at a reasonable distance) the front passenger shouted "C***". I didn't really get a good look at them as it is very dark round there but I think there were 5 males in the car.
Never had anyone call me names before like that and as there was not reason for it, it put me off for a minute.

 

[PBancroft]

Last night in Marsh Wall (middle of London Docklands). I had just got past the restriction for South Quay station. There was a bus stopped in front of me which had stopped because a van was turning round (obviously hadn't read all the "road closed" signs). The bus moved off and a car behind hooted a lot, even though they were a distance behind me. I was in secondary so not holding them up. As they past (at a reasonable distance) the front passenger shouted "C***". I didn't really get a good look at them as it is very dark round there but I think there were 5 males in the car.
Never had anyone call me names before like that and as there was not reason for it, it put me off for a minute.

It's quite horrid, isn't it?

I would put money on four out of five of those guys just going along with it for the sake of bravado, and within a reasonable amount of time the fifth will find himself without a whole heap of mates (and probably be rather bitter and angry about how they have wronged him in some way or another).

 

[In trouble]

A C*** is actually a slang word for a 'wooden oil stone holder', so calling you that makes them look idiots.

 

[In trouble]

Unless it didn't end in 't' and ended in 'k', then thats different. :0)

 

[fossyant]

Lucky they didn't try and knock you off......had that... so what am I about to do in road shoes and a car full of 'them' .............not much !!!

 

[mr_cellophane]

Unless it didn't end in 't' and ended in 'k', then thats different. :0)

They said See You Next Tuesday.

 

[colly]

Last night in Marsh Wall (middle of London Docklands). I had just got past the restriction for South Quay station. There was a bus stopped in front of me which had stopped because a van was turning round (obviously hadn't read all the "road closed" signs). The bus moved off and a car behind hooted a lot, even though they were a distance behind me. I was in secondary so not holding them up. As they past (at a reasonable distance) the front passenger shouted "C***". I didn't really get a good look at them as it is very dark round there but I think there were 5 males in the car.
Never had anyone call me names before like that and as there was not reason for it, it put me off for a minute.

Really? Well you must get out more.

It is kind of moronic though isn't it? And unsettling.

 

[Speicher]

I was shocked to the core once by being called a f**king c***.

The person was so angry that two grown men had to hold him back. I now know that it was anger at a situation completely out of his control, and I was the nearest available target.

It is extremely unpleasant. You have my sympathy.

 

[Bollo]

The ones that come out of the blue are the worst. I can handle the potty mouths when you've done something to upset them, even if its just expecting them to give way when you've got priority on a roundabout ("f^&king w&*ker" in that case), but the insults for just existing can be very rattling. Virtual cup of sugary tea in the pot.

 

[briank]

It's the sheer pusillanimous gobshitefulness of it all that bugs me. Usually such people only abuse cyclists because they are (seen as) vulnerable and easy pickings. Some (ok, many) years ago a friend of mine had the temerity to annoy a mini on a roundabout on the Farrigdon Road. Said mini swerves across mate's path, but mate (at the time) a feisty young man, sprinted up on the outside of the mini and slaped its rood. I was a second later coming up on its inside, and also gave it a good slap. The change in mini-man's expression when he realised there were TWO of us - he'd clearly not been paying much attention 20 seconds earlier - was wonderful.
(Ah,memories, memories...)
But the judicious use of The Look is invoking the same rejection of pwerlessness. Whatever Lance meant when he gave the original Look to Jan way back then, it's meaning is clear when you give it to a motorist emerging from am side-road or perhaps about to come out in from of you on a roundabout. Put into words, it translates roughly as."I may be a cyclist and there may be only one of me, but, as we make eye conact, notice how far out on stalks mine already are. And yes, that is sweat. And snot. You're right I am clearly totally demented. Out of my head. And if you so much as think about cutting out in front of me I'll bite your nose and suck so hard your brains will be out of your head."

 

[briank]

I commend it to you.

 

[swee'pea99]

I'll bite your nose and suck so hard your brains will be out of your head."

Ger-ross! I always liked 'or I'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with the soggy end'.