How angry are some people?

Riding to work this morning through the rough town of Windsor - that queenie can be a right fucker and set the hounds on you - I ride to the front of a long line of traffic because of roadwork’s, do my usual wobbly attempt at a trackstand. Lights to green and off i go being careful to leave plenty of room for cars to get round as the sun is shinning and im nice like that

Little new blue Clio comes past with a red faced-screaming-horn blearing-giving the finger women (not being sexist but it looked like a women at least)

I check to make sure my head is not on fire, or am bleeding horrifically just to make sure her outburst is not a valid one before laughing back at her and waving...

That helped her deal with her anger in a more productive way by going a rather pleasing shade of red before belching hydrocarbons out of her crappy little car

How can people get so worked up before 7 in the morning, your driving to work chill out. God help the poor soul that has to work with such a temperamental bitch

Made me chuckle the rest of the way to work at least

I bet DJ was the driver.

I don't drive but I"m pretty angry.

Sorry if I missed something.

i dont drive a car

i just drive other people mad

I saw a photo of you in a dress though. It's you isn't it.

must go to the i confess thread...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhist_meditation

getting angry doesn't really solve anything
it just inflates the situation
one has to remain calm at all times

i can't even remeber the last time i was angry

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I do get angry, but only at work. I've managed to get myself slightly pissed off in the past about drivers, but it serves no purpose really. I refuse to argue with my girlfriend because it's utterly pointless.

Bus drivers will always get my goat, so too will the yummy mummys driving with a phone welded to their ears. Ironically enough, I found myself asking a cyclist why he was riding and wittering away on his phone the other day. I'd like to say it was some unwashed, skinny jeans unicack hipster type, but it was a middle-aged upstanding sort of bloke who flipped me the bird.

Stuff like that gets me mildly flustered. Anything else isn't really my concern.

Many people have sad and frustrating lives. Some people have happy and fulfilled lives but have suffered a major disappointment or sadness. Sometimes grief or frustration can be bottled up in people and a small irrelevant and unrelated niggle can lead to an uncorrelated reaction.

Be aware of other people's frailties. Be considerate towards them. The world will be a better place.

But if you see that DJ on a bike, just run him over.

clive, surrey this weekend?

Yeah I'm pretty much swearing like a lunatic most days I go out on my bike. I am trying to calm down though, not easy when you're nearly getting killed by retarded drivers though.

Some bubble said - Anybody can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody's power, that is not easy.... sounds like the OP managed it

clive, surrey this weekend?

No, I fancy a ride not a drive in my 4x4 ;o)

I love angry drivers. There's nothing better than deflating them with a well-timed sense of mischief.

A guy tried pushing me into the curb just outside Dalston Kingsland last year. He did manage to stop me and overtake, but traffic doesn't move too quickly down that road so it only took me about 30 seconds to catch up with him.

I really WANTED to let loose an invective of imaginative swearing (it's the default setting isn't it?) but seeing this little uptight Nigerian guy, in his thirties, in a Vauxhall, with his windows open - well it just gave me a better idea.

I cycled alongside him pouting and shouted through his open window 'it's being ignored that really hurts you know'.

He zoomed up and I caught up again and said 'even if you didn't want to indicate, you could've waved'.

He zoomed off again and when I caught up I said 'well if you're not a fan of the wave, how about a cheery little song? what about a witty bon mot? a breezy how do you do?'.

After a few goes of this he wound up his windows, staring dead ahead so he didn't have to make eye contact. He was obviously excruciatingly embarrassed. It made me so happy that I giggled to myself the whole way home.

And what I realised afterwards was that it's really unlikely that this guy will do it again, because while anger is usually reflected back at the cyclist, a light-hearted mocking can't be. Embarrassment can be a much more powerful tool than intimidation in a lot of cases.

Totally - the other option if both windows are open is to have similar polite conversation with the front seat passenger.

Works a treat too with the passengers of Black Taxi drivers .... asking if they'd observed the quality of their drivers driving... or last time I did it, asking if they minded their driver being on the phone whilst driving.....

Driver wasn't too pleased mind ... ;-)

Be aware of other people's frailties. Be considerate towards them. The world will be a better place.

Deserves quoting. I heart Clive.

Some people have happy and fulfilled lives but have suffered a major disappointment or sadness. Sometimes grief or frustration can be bottled up in people and a small irrelevant and unrelated niggle can lead to an uncorrelated reaction.

+1

The last time I really snapped was about 5 years ago and I had just picked a mate up from the hospital where he had just been told that (after a bike accident and subsequently several months in hospital and multiple surgery) the doc's weren't ever going to get his legs back up to 100%. I dropped him off at home and spent the next 45 minutes looking for a parking space. Eventually I found one, pulled past it indicating and was about to reverse into it when some girl in a white micra raced up and swept into it. I was so angry that I just snapped and jumped out of the car shouting and swearing at her until she burst into tears before I stormed off leaving my car in the middle of the road blocking her in. I came back about 5 hours later and moved the car and felt really bad - but I'm sorry I was having a pretty bad day! [Incidentally said friend has made a much better than expected recovery although we haven't talked recently so I don't know if he's gotten back on a bike]

I think the time before that I was about 10 when my sister cracked my head open with a rock.

I am incredibly calm at all times unless i get the triple threat - tired - hungry - in need of coffee - then its like all my rage from giving up smoking years ago comes back and i throw stuff aroud the room. Only ever happens when i'm on my own though. Other than that i am one serene being.

Yesterday I politely asked a motorcyclist if he was aware that the ASL he was stopped in was meant for cyclists only. He replied that there was another motorcyclist in the ASL box, but as that hadn't answered my question I asked him again. He told me to fuck of and zoomed away. Unfortunately for him, this was Charing Cross road, so I caught up with him less than 20 yards away and remarked that he was a pretty angry fellow. He replied that he thought he told me to fuck off and I told him that he should learn the highway code before riding aroud. I then proceeded to overtake him and the bus in front and ride in not too much of a hurry, and it pleased me to no small extent to hear him shouting expletives at me which went ignored.

Some people need to chill out.

Wheres that thread with the story about the really old truck driver, and the rider implying to him that he is gay? I want to read it again, but I can't find it :(

haha think it was BMMF

Just remembered the thread title. Here's the op:

Coming home I stop at the lights at Finsbury Park. Unusually the forward box has no cars or motorbikes in it so I adjust my position a bit ready for that sprint to the next junction. There's a big old lorry behind me and I hear what I just about recognise as human speech coming from the cab. I shuffle back to see what the driver wants. He's an old man, about 120 by the look of it. Not aged well either, looks like a gargoyle made of candle wax and cigarette ash. He tells me I shouldn't have been moving around infront of him. I politely point out that it's a space meant for cyclists and he has driven two feet into it.
He says something else, Iforget what, being distracted by the fact that this lorry is being driven by a talking corpse. There's a younger man next to him who says nothing. Anyway after a few more attempts to be nice to the morgue's poster-boy, who is getting more and more testy, I decide my only option is to employ my favouriter method of winding up drivers.
So I say to him "You know you're really sexy when you're angry. Anyone ever tell you that before?". There is, as always, a moment's silence while the words sink in. Then he comes back with the cutting rejoinder "Gay. You're gay". I'm sort of impressed that this escapee from the funeral parlour has said 'gay' rather than something more pre-war. His young colleague meanwhile appears to have slipped into a waking coma, possibly at the thought of anyone mentioning sex in connection with Piltdown Man.
I blow him a kiss and, as the lights change, ride on knowing I have won this one without having been aggressive and that I have put images in his friend's head that no ammount of ECT will ever remove.

Thread here: https://www.lfgss.com/thread16800.html

some people just feel the need to lecture other people on their faults,
why not correct your own faults first before feeling the need to challenge other people

let he without sin cast the first stone ... as quoted by someone once

when you are perfect then i guess you can start lecturing others on their faults

Sun is out. Smile.