Lashing out

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d87francis

Well-Known Member
Location
Oxford
I took a swing at the back window of mk1 golf with a saddle on a seat post once, it just glanced and didn't smash as they were speeding off.

I was on foot and the two people in the car had just stolen my bike.
 

Shut Up Legs

Down Under Member
We're in Britain old chap. Colonial rounders rules do not apply.
Who you calling old :P
Who you calling Colonial? :tongue:

I had a very close encounter on Friday heading home, probably my closest in a few years. There's only one risky part of my 33.5km commute home, about 2km of road between the Melbourne Cricket Ground and Yarra Bend Park. Once I get to the park, my commute's pretty easy (a bike in the park, you might say :thumbsup:). I was approaching a 4-way intersection and using the bike lane, when a motorist in the general traffic lane right next to me just turned across my path, and I had to slam on the brakes to skid to a stop. If there was ever a time for slapping a car's window, that would be it. I followed the guy down the side street to where he pulled in to a parking spot, and remonstrated with him at length. His reaction indicated he hadn't the faintest idea that he'd nearly hit me with his car.
 

BentMikey

Rider of Seolferwulf
Location
South London
I don't believe in hitting cars, because although it's not wrong, it gets many drivers very upset indeed. See some of the comments on this video:



At the time I was trying to breakfall/fend off the bonnet, rather than punish the driver.
 

Melonfish

Evil Genius in training.
Location
Warrington, UK
I don't believe in hitting cars, because although it's not wrong, it gets many drivers very upset indeed. See some of the comments on this video:



At the time I was trying to breakfall/fend off the bonnet, rather than punish the driver.


what i love about this vid is the short "pr!ck!" just before you wallop the bonnet. you were clearly on the ball there dude bravo :biggrin:
 
I did hit a car on Friday evening's commute. At Clapham Common southbound. There are two lanes. A car pulled up alongside me, then swung left into my lane, and I fear would have crushed me to the kerb if I hadn't banged on the window to alert him.

And there was another earlier in the week. Unusual for two to happen so close together. And that one was because I was angry, frustrated and scared, not, I confess, for any practical purpose. I was riding through a traffic calming constriction, which has a one vehicle gap (with a speed cushion in the middle, hence why I was hanging slightly left) for a two way road to slow down rat runners. As I rode through, a taxi zoomed through, brushing my arm. As I said, I was scared and angry. I did catch up with the dangerous idiot a couple of junctions on, but I couldn't think of anything to say which was likely to get across to anyone moronic enough to pull such a move, so I left it be.
 

coffeejo

Ælfrēd
Location
West Somerset
I think violent is an accurate description of "lashing out" and "hitting".
 
In my youth I was bombing down the bus lane on Whitechapel Road and a white Golf Cabriolet swung left right across me. I 'fended him off' with my right foot and we both came to a stop.

I was not given to backing down at that age, but the driver got out with a (car) tyre lever in his hand and was about six-foot-a-million tall and built like a pro-boxer. I made the correct decision and decided not to enter into constructive dialogue with him.

But... I was in top on the big ring. It was not funny at the time, but with hindsight it has great comedy value. I was grinding away in top as he sprinted behind me saying bad words and swinging the tyre lever at my bonce.

I don't think I calmed down until I got to Bloomsbury and changed my route for the next few weeks. I really am that hard....

I didn't get a look at the side of the car, but I suspect I made a dent. I am very happy not to have a similar dent in my skull.
 
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Cycling Dan

Cycling Dan

Cycle Crazy
In my youth I was bombing down the bus lane on Whitechapel Road and a white Golf Cabriolet swung left right across me. I 'fended him off' with my right foot and we both came to a stop.

I was not given to backing down at that age, but the driver got out with a (car) tyre lever in his hand and was about six-foot-a-million tall and built like a pro-boxer. I made the correct decision and decided not to enter into constructive dialogue with him.

But... I was in top on the big ring. It was not funny at the time, but with hindsight it has great comedy value. I was grinding away in top as he sprinted behind me saying bad words and swinging the tyre lever at my bonce.

I don't think I calmed down until I got to Bloomsbury and changed my route for the next few weeks. I really am that hard....

I didn't get a look at the side of the car, but I suspect I made a dent. I am very happy not to have a similar dent in my skull.
I kinda pictured a beefed up forrest gump there lol
 
My mate Mac (a very slight, long-haired, lad) got into a similar situation. He pushed hard on the gears and escaped, then turned round and got back to the car, which he relieved of it's keys before disappearing down a sidestreet.
 
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