Why does being on a bike in London cause so much conflict? (this time, a jaywalker)

this was an accident. you need to be much calmer and more philosophical. berating a woman, or anyone who just ran into the road and then into you at high speed is nasty and serves no purpose, at all.

It serves a very good purpose, it informs the pedestrian that what he or she just did it entirely unacceptable, dangerous to both of you and serves as a reminder that when you wonder into the road people are going to get very very pissed off for very good reason.

Like I say above, to not shout and make a scene is, to me at least, irresponsible. To smooth over the situation and let the pedestrian leave with the impression that 'all is fine, everyone carry on', does no good.

Maybe I am running into the idiots that you have already run into then and let wonder away with the impression that to walk into the road with a carefree abandon is 'not such a big deal'.

;P

Every time I come close to wiping someone out I invariably scream a torrent of abuse whilst foaming at the mouth wagging my head and generally looking totally fucking deranged. This generally gets me an audience of bemused tourist's, spotty French teenagers coming out of the National Portrait gallery or the like.

When I'm fully satisfied that I have turned my molehill into a mountain I peddle of wishing that rather the my uncontrolled torrent of abuse I could have come up with something wittier than "You stupid cunt".

This happens every time & every time in hindsight I wish I could have been eloquent and gentlemanly rather than confrontational. On the few occasions when I have managed to keep my cool, then the rest of the day has been good & I can bathe in the warm glow of smug self satisfaction that in the eyes on non-bike riders so typifies urban cyclists when we're not foaming at the mouth screaming obscenity's.

the week off has really mellowed you then trev, eh?

Are you suggesting that prior to sojourn to the seaside I was angsty and somewhat uptight? Is that what your saying, is it... IS IT....

.................................yes.

would you like a cuppa tea an a biscuit.

would you like a cuppa tea an a biscuit.

Fight !

It serves a very good purpose, it informs the pedestrian that what he or she just did it entirely unacceptable, dangerous to both of you and serves as a reminder that when you wonder into the road people are going to get very very pissed off for very good reason.

Like I say above, to not shout and make a scene is, to me at least, irresponsible. To smooth over the situation and let the pedestrian leave with the impression that 'all is fine, everyone carry on', does no good.

Maybe I am running into the idiots that you have already run into then and let wonder away with the impression that to walk into the road with a carefree abandon is 'not such a big deal'.

;P

Suggesting that you have to rant in order to inform the pedestrian that they are in the wrong does not say much for your skills of communication.

If you get the point across calmly but making sure they know they are in the wrong, then they may remember it for next time. If you just shout abuse at them, they'll just walk off thinking 'what a cunt'.

Suggesting that you have to rant in order to inform the pedestrian that they are in the wrong does not say much for your skills of communication.

Like I say it is natural to 'rant' when in danger.

I would say my 'communication skills' in these situations are just as they should be, a clear expression of anger.

Anger has its use, the expression of anger in a situation where someone has risked your safety is 'right' and serves a purpose.

If you get the point across calmly but making sure they know they are in the wrong, then they may remember it for next time.

'may' remember it ? Not good enough for me, I will do my best to make sure they will remember it so there will no be a 'next time'.

If you just shout abuse at them, they'll just walk off thinking 'what a cunt'.

I am less worried about someone else's possible view of me and more so about both their safety and my own.

Yeah !

Thanks.

No problem.

I like to beat jaywalker to death with a dilldo. I tried a rounders bat once but there is a greater sense of fear that someone face when being battered by a 10" black rubber cock.

I like to beat jaywalker to death with a dilldo. I tried a rounders bat once but there is a greater sense of fear that someone face when being battered by a 10" black rubber cock.

Reminds me of how I met my fifth wife Bernice.

I like to beat jaywalker to death with a dilldo..

this just made me think of something Borat would say, for some reason

Reminds me of how I met my fifth wife Bernice.

I met Bernice in the same way, I only had a fling though I couldn't satisfier her.

and how the first four wives died…

I met Bernice in the same way, I only had a fling though I couldn't satisfier her.

Few men (or beasts of the field) could satisfy her, she was a big woman with big needs.

and how the first four wives died…

'Died' ? I think you will find it is 'gone missing' on the coroners report.

where is your place of work and where is home?
charing cross rd (along with oxford st/regent st etc) is easily avoidable.

I wish I could avoid it, especially with the ridiculous amount of road work going on at the moment, it's just sheer carnage.

I am less worried about someone else's possible view of me and more so about both their safety and my own.

If you hurl abuse at them they won't think about the fact that they are wrong - they will just think the cyclist is a wanker. Yep you have to give up the satisfaction of yelling at them if you want them to remember for the next time, but that's the deal. Anger will resolve nothing, however satisfying it may feel in the heat of an argument.

If people were all just that little bit nicer to each other instead of grabbing the first opportunity to lose their temper then maybe peds would have more consideration in turn and not make the mistake in the first place.

it is your autonomous nervous system telling you to shout as loud as you can

It's your autonomic nervous system, but I quite like the sound of an autonomous one - like it decided to declare independence from your body, and now rides around on a bike like a bunch of myelin coated brake cables, being all impulsive and reflexive in London's tourist hotspots.