Last I heard there's no law against being a jerk. Wish there was, though.
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Last I heard there's no law against being a jerk. Wish there was, though.
Interesting - I answered that question the same way. I'm tired of having people pass to close - and they definitely need to enforce that new law (cars are not to pass other cars or cyclists if there is a cyclist coming towards them in the opposing lane). I had waaay too many cars coming straight towards me yesterday down on Lk. Washington Blvd.Originally Posted by mimitabby
"Sharing the road means getting along, not getting ahead" - 1994 Washington State Driver's Guide
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It was just one of those evil impluses I Could Not Ignore.Originally Posted by SadieKate
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How about just printing off this thread and leaving on their doorstep with a note: "Thought you'd want to know about the great publicity you're getting on the internet."
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
Somehow this seems so appropriate.
Not recommending you actually copy this example, but mabye it will make you feel better.
Anger Management
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f****n number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an a$$hole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'a$$hole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I'm paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a$$hole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "a$$hole calling" would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from Verison. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a$$hole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first a$$hole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a$$hole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked." Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes?"
"Don, you're an a$$hole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two a$$holes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called A$$hole #1.
"Hello." "You're an a$$hole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"A$$hole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a$$hole," and hung up.
Then I called A$$hole #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, a$$hole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your a$$," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, a$$hole, here's your chance.
I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down on Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two a$$holes beating the cra* out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works...
you know i've seen that joke before about anger management... and it never gets old......
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That and like a zillion signatures on a 'boycott' Snazzy Pup or Bunny or whatever the name was. Now that would perk things up~Originally Posted by SadieKate
Eden - I can't agree with you more. I'm sick of being passed by what feels like millimeters. The mindset that, well, so long as you don't actually HIT the cyclist, it is ok to buzz by them at rocket speeds and scare the beejeezus out of them.....
More often than not, I am inclined to take more of the lane, no less, in non-bikepath situations. That way cars have to go all the way over to pass. It just isn't right![]()
My story:
My bf and I were riding our bikes down Main Street. It was the downtown part of Main St that has been developed as a "shopping park" where traffic can go through slowly. There are alot of pedestrians and bicycles. There is no bike lane so bikes usually ride as traffic. Some wide spots allow cars to pass bicycles. John was riding through a narrow spot and taking the lane. It's double yellow line all through there. Some guy in a white pickup truck sped up to pass him. There was no near misses here, but you have to expect to drive through here slowly. The truck was a business truck with a phone number on it.
We were headed to a LBS and when we got there John called the number of the business on the side of the truck and told them that one of their trucks just passed him on a double yellow line. He didn't tell them he was riding a bike.....but I guess if you drive around in a vehicle with a phone number on it, you have to be more careful.
On the other hand, a long time ago when John was on a road ride a large company dump truck was excruciatingly careful in passing him. John called the company any praised the driver, recommending a raise or promotion!
Oh please cassandra, let me do something! I pass by this place everyday (thanks for the info Jobob), I'll take of photo of the vehicle, you can let me know if it's the correct vehicle, then the boycott phone calls can begin!![]()
Sorry, just bugged about the rising amount of friends that have been hit or nearly hit in ABQ lately!
Wonder if Mr. Sassy Pup has an email address we can flood or a website we can crash?
Last edited by SouthernBelle; 08-18-2006 at 06:09 PM.
It must be a Friday. For some reason I read this as "Mr. Sleazy Pup". Got a good chuckle out of it!Originally Posted by SouthernBelle
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OMG - that is the place!Originally Posted by jobob
And I can tell you it is a red jeep cherokee and it was on comanche blvd headed east. No mistaking it.