Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

Massive marital aid.

Michael Moore's Arse

Molesting Minor's Anus

Christ.. People train for that?

Long Eaton in Derbyshire is Damo/Chalfie's home town...

I thought he was from Hong Kong. Anyway, there is nothing long about him.

Eye of the [STRIKE]lynx[/STRIKE] tiger

Be careful with all the internal organ attacks.
Some people will die when you hit them. Fine if you're prepared to do life, or if it's an unavoidable self-defence situation.

If you really must get physical to teach someone a lesson, try a Chinese burn, or a dead leg. Or failing that drive into them with a car!

van or bus

A slap in the face with a glove gets the message across.
Alright I've only done it once.

Bore the adversary to death with envious talk of spoke lengths and responsive handling make-believe.

Today, it's still there, and there are no other spots left. Tarp removed enough to lock my bike up. On the off-chance that Mr/Ms tarp-owner is reading - it's public parking. If you can't share, keep your bike inside!

It's not hard to cut a few small holes in the tarp in the right places and pass the pointy bits of the d-lock through the tarp+bike+stand+tarp and then apply the other half of the lock. That way, you only need half the stand and nobody can steal your tarp.

It's actually easier to do than to explain.

Tea Bee knows about making glory holes in tents.

Molesting Minor's Anus

Christ.. People train for that?

FFS.. What has been seen cannot be unseen..

^This.

^^^NSFW
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Bore the adversary to death with envious talk of spoke lengths and responsive handling make-believe.

You vicious bastard.

I tend to shout 'red!', call out those who perform dick moves that put me or others in danger, I'll even helpfully point out when people's lights aren't working.

To be honest very rarely do they say thank you to me for worrying about the risk they've put themselves in or the danger they present to others.

I'm toying with saying fuck all and letting some type of Noel Edmonds cosmic sorting resolve these issues. I say this because the other night cycling home I had a bit of a dick who would undertake me every now and then when I did stupid stuff like slow down because I was looking down the road and I could see trafic about to stop/ car slams on etc.

I'm not sure why I didn't say anything. Perhaps it was because he was on a Boardman and I'm prone to stereotyping people. Anyway he did it again I said nothing and I'm quite proud of myself when I didn't say anything to him other than 'Are you OK ?' as I helped him off the ground after he undertook a left turning motorbike.

Luckily no one was hurt as the motorcyclist reacted well and stopped reducing the impact considerably.

I felt really smug for the rest of the journey.

I am now going to try and keep my mouth shut and see if Noel is actually right.

My cycling mileage isn't much, but I've shouted to another cyclist in recent times who had decided to go halfway down a large truck which was in the process of turning left. He got up on the kerb and avoided being squashed and was grateful enough to give me a two fingered salute before continuing his journey. I almost never call out to any other cyclist, simply because I feel it makes damn all difference.

There is one cyclist I come across infrequently (on the Highams Park/Walthamstow borders on a grey mountain bike) who I avoid, simply because he manages to cause me an equal measure of concern, despair and deep annoyance. I am not the fittest or in any way a fast cyclist, but I manage to catch up with him constantly, despite his inability to stop for lights, people on crossings etc, whilst I comply. On the one occasion I did mention to him when alongside in traffic - more politely than I really felt - that he had been lucky not to have been sideswiped at the previous junction, he took out his miniature headphones and spat in front of my bike (Note 1), then cycled on. I assume he's had successful charisma by-pass surgery.

Part of the reason I block off worrying about the actions of others, is that one shouting moment leads to another. As I'm far from a perfect cyclist myself, I'd end up shouting at myself too and it's a quick and steep slippery slide into banshee land.

(Note 1) I was riding a Boardman CX that day. Now I've had it 9 months or so and put everything right that was wrong from the shop new, it's a fantastic ride. The grief of buying it and just getting it home without it falling apart completely, is still an open wound. I often get pitying glances when riding it, which I don't from my single speed. Spitting, however, is a bit strong.

You vicious bastard.

When particularly spiteful I flummox assailants with my laterally stiff yet vertically compliant Rapha socks.

Just visited my sister. Today she got Halfords to install mudguards and a child's seat to her new bike. The irony of her asking why people need cycle training but also recounting how riding along this afternoon with a bag of shopping swinging from the bars almost caused her to crash into an oncoming car was not lost on me. Halfords is at the end of her road, she did not even have to negotiate a single junction, just pass a couple of side roads on the way home

Just this morning I cracked.
I want to neg you, but I also want to hug you.

No homo.

Well, maybe a little bit.

Christ.. People train for that?
Only if it doesn't come naturally to them.

Someone was screaming at me yesterday. Me turning right to join main road from side road, he travelling along main road about 50cm from the kerb. I turn right into the main road as there's nothing else coming (except for matey), and enter the road towards the right of the lane, next to him, and he goes ape shit and starts shouting abuse about me pulling out on him.

bad cyclists are fine as long as they don't affect me...but hey everyone is a little bad now and then...