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wow. i thought by the title it was about a cabbie who let you skitch for a while and then gave you a free lift home when your had a flat. but i suppose the above was more likely.
well, handled, though. i doubt i would have done the same.
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The geezer was one of those brick sh*thouse neo-nazi types. I'm normally a sarcastic mouthy so-and-so, but probably did well keeping my gob shut.
My wife pointed out when I got home that even if I'd gone all 'psycho' and pounded the cr*p out of him, it wouldn't have left me in a healthy psychological state.
I wish I'd got his number though...
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You did the right thing, almost.
Should've folded his wing mirrors in, mounted the pavement so he couldn't run you down, and then make off whilst attempting to moon him.
The wing mirror thing is great for buses if they are really being idiots. I've only ever done it once, but if you do the passenger side it takes them ages to correct it.
Usually though, my relationship to both cabbies and bus drivers is pretty good. I make sure they see my intent and that I understand theirs... no problem then. Of course, that doesn't account for the crazy ones like in your story, but they're not all bad apples.
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Yeah, I agree that cabbies, and bus drivers, and the vast majority of other road users are pretty aware (if not considerate) in London at least.
I have noticed that the cabbies in Bloomsbury seem a bit more agit than those in the City though.
I've actually turned up for races in the middle of Essex, stuffed into the back of a black cab, bike and all, with a couple of other riders. However, this is because one of my clubmates drives a cab for a living!
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many cabbies take offence at the habits of so many "trafficlightjumping-cycling-c***s", so my brother tells me.
he's a very reasonable and civilised human-being until he dons his badge and gets in his cab.
then he's a f*cking c*nt.Still, having driven his newish £35000 cab its quite understandable that most of them have the arse, they're god-awful things to drive, day-in day-out for the rest of your life.
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obligatory post number 3 ;p
i had a cab chase and try and run me over cos i gave him the finger for tryign to run me over... he then tried to crush me in between his cab and cars on the street... i was on foot... i grabbed his passenger door open to fuck with him and he tried to stab me with a biro... then he followed me to my house and chased me round the block and up the back alley... where i proceeded to throw bottles at him as i ws too drunk to jump my back wall...
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A few days ago I was waiting in the middle of the crossroads/junction to turn right from Camomile St into Bishopsgate. Looked behind me and there was this black cab inches from my back wheel so I must of mumbled something like 'WTF' and shown some facial expression of mild annoyance. Cab driver then started to sound his horn - two blasts - 'whats he want me to do !?' thinks I. A minute later stopped at the next set of traffic lights the same cab pulls up along side me , leans over the passenger seat and pulls the passenger window down. 'OK here we go thinks I '
Cabbie - " I wasn't bibbing you mate - just seen my mate across the road there " said with a friendly looking smile.
This is obviously an induvidual anecdote and in no way damages the stereotypical image of London cabbies. -
I've had similar things twice from cabbies now--'Is that a steel frame? Looks great.' and 'That's beautiful. Where can I get one of those?'
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Yes i've changed my name to WVM =P
WVM, have you changed your name to mmccarthy again?
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Yes i've changed my name to BMW
About time, too.
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I've been getting pissed at drivers for honking at me but after the 2nd or 3rd individual I started to wonder if they weren't just letting me know they were behind me...
erm, how to put this without sounding crass/rude and getting the wrath of Aram...
Jen were you ahem whale-tailing the taxi drivers?
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Well, just got back from a strange Saturday morning ride round North London.
Left my flat and started riding up Goswell Road and a blue cab is approaching from a side street (Peartree St) on the other side. He speeds up in order to filter next to me, and then cuts me up and boxes me in behind a parked car. Luckily I was still pretty sleepy, so didn't take any bait, cos he obviously wanted to batter me. Maybe he was just some meat-head who owned a decomissioned cab, but I didn't get round to taking numbers:
Cabbie: Oi!
Me: Huh?
Cabbie: WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE A C*NT?
Me: What?
Cabbie: WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE A F*CKING C*NT?
Me: (Just look non-plussed)
Cabbie: YOU AIN'T GONNA HAVE A WIFE OR ANY MATES DRESSED LIKE A F*CKING C*NT.
Me: Oh.
Then he drove off slowly, but pulled in as I started to move off. So I waited, but the lights went red up a head, and he was still crawling along, so I u-turned and went another way.
I didn't think to tell him that it was my wife who bought my jersey (retro-Peugeot thing like Tom Simpson's), that my cap was to shield the glare of low sun, and my black l/s base layer and 3/4 length shorts were to keep me warm. Doubt he was interested.
I'm guessing he was coming down badly off a night of coke, probably lost money gambling, and hasn't seen any action with his wife (if he has one) for a while. As I mentioned to some other riders at Regents Park the other night, being a trainee speech & language therapist, I hope it's me who has to rehabilitate his communication skills after he has a stroke due to his lifestyle of rage and hate.
And for the record, he was dressed like a f*cking c*nt.