Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

the small but very discernible crack in his carbon fork.
Ooooof!

"small but very discernible crack"

I love it when you talk dirty.

Some plonker going out of the Barclays carpark and riding the wrong way round the Canary Wharf one-way system.

Report this to one of the CW estate staff, the message will filter back to someone who can revoke his bike-parking privileges.

"small but very discernible crack"

I love it when you talk dirty.

Well to be fair that says more about your state of mind than it does mine..

:P

Well to be fair that says more about your state of mind than it does mine..

:P

gold...

Report this to one of the CW estate staff, the message will filter back to someone who can revoke his bike-parking privileges.

Emyr, you are as vicious as you are cunning.

Remind me on Monday and I'll tell you who manages the tags.

Finished work at midnight last night, went for a little stress-relief long-way-home blast through Hyde Park. Roadie in black kit, no lights, came round the corner on my side of the road. Too flabberghasted to yell anything, sadly.

Can I just say.
Is it time to start calling out bad runners?
Coming along arterial road before, theres this guy in the lane, ipod on, belting along,
So great move yeah, "were road runners, in winter we wear hi viz jackets, raver flouro gloves and carry baby bottles and run on the road"
Braindeads more like

90% of runners are bad.

GTFO the road you frigging idiots. Is the pavement not good enough for you?

Don't even pay any fucking road tax.

Don't even pay any fucking road tax.

This.

Also have a self inflated ego.

'Dude, do you not run?'

Calling out the twat in the black Gore tights and skin-tight black top on the Felt* this morning. Attempting to undertake a car which is indicating left, even if it has been indicating for bloody ages and dithering in-between two lanes, is bloody stupid. You deserve to get run over, you bell.

*this may have been me

Dear cunt #1,

When I call you out for pulling out of a side street on the right and forcing me to brake hard and swerve towards the other cyclist I was overtaking I don't think it's a good idea to get on your high horse and call me a cunt for calling you a cunt. How original. Then, when I slow down and ask who you think you are and what you think you're doing, don't try and cycle off in a panic down the road, I'm not intimidating enough to run through the red lights on a busy crossing for and I'll just catch you up later and call you a cunt more for endangering yourself and being a nuisance to other road users. Oh, I did. You are a cunt.

Dear cunt #2,

I shouted "STOP!" at you as you merrily rolled through a red light at a pedestrian crossing with children and parents crossing it for a reason. It's a crossing near a school, which I'm sure you go through every day on your commute so you know how busy it is. There was a truck blocking your view of whoever was attempting to cross the road and plenty of other cyclists waiting there. A red light means stop you fucking obnoxious fucktard. The fact you "didn't hit them, so it's ok" does not make it ok. Oh you're wearing a helmet and I'm not, that must make you a safer and more considerate cyclist.

GAAAAAAAAAH!

This, this is why I regularly take the opportunity to turn up to work a bit later than I should. It means I avoid death wish commuters who aren't content with just endangering themselves, they have to endanger everybody else.

I always find it funny when people have a go at me for swearing at them. "There's no need for that language" etc.

Actually, cunt-features, if you hadn't blindly stepped into the road or ignored me when navigating your tonne of steel or whatever other dumbass move you've just made, I wouldn't be in this slightly worked up state and would have ignored your feeble white, middle-class, sweater-over-the-shoulders, golfing-prick existence.

This TT rider went past me REALLY fast yesterday

Fuckwit on HPC.

I was pulling away from lights from Knightsbridge direction towards Picadilly, having joined from Hyde Park. He was also coming from the park, but intending to cross over to ride under Welly Arch, but traffic behind me was already moving and catching me up. Rather than wait, from out of nowhere, he cuts in front of me, even though I was just starting off, clips my front wheel. I called him a twat, to which he told me that I was the one who should be more careful. Cock.

Crossing the RP Outer circle at one of the traffic island bits at about half 1 today with a bunch of kids and some prick out doing lunchtime laps (I assume) obviously felt his Strava time was more important than stopping for the man stood in the middle of the road, and the 10 kids on the pavement.
He even applied the brakes then thought 'fuck it' and went straight past me.
Nice one, you fucking cock.

That was RPM. He slowed down because he thought he had a bit of chewing gum stuck to his brake pad and was trying to get it to come off, luckily he managed to dislodge it just before he got to you so was able to continue his journey.

Bloody RPM, he gets about.

I always find it funny when people have a go at me for swearing at them. "There's no need for that language" etc.

When I get that sort of reply I usually enlighten them that it is either the profuse swearing or my foot in their rear, they soon realize which of the two is a better choice.

Interesting blog about bad cyclists of the mamil order:

http://kirklandcoaching.wordpress.com/2013/06/29/bike-skills/

1. Don’t wear pants under your shorts!
   
   

Where else would I wear them? Certainly not for others to see.

I was going about 16-17 mph (max - I'm quite weak) down the Chelsea embankment this a.m. Lots of over-the-shoulder checking as you can imagine and I find some dude on my back following me left and right. Look back 3 or 4 times and he's still there so I turned around and pointed right in his face and yelled at him to GET OFF MY WHEEL. It worked, but I think I used the same intonation as GET OFF MY LAWN which I just don't know about that.

Not necessarily a bad cyclist, but has anyone clocked the fella with the twin (yes, TWIN!) helmet-mounted Go Pro cameras on the red road bike?

He has a small radio strapped to his arm, too, for extra hipster oddness.

My WTFconfused face may now be on Youtube.