the trip home

[egypturnash]

I got called a "witchy woman" on the subway. By someone who first interpreted my accent to be British. How strange.

Then on the elevator up from the subway to the street, I had a conversation with a very British ex-cycle-courier punk. I let him into the elevator ahead of me, since I know from experience how awkward it is to turn a bike around when there're people in already.

He imparted the nugget of information that a great vengeance against cars who behave like assholes to cyclists is to hit their rear-view mirrors from above; most will break right off with a mere blow from a fist. So there you go.

Comments

[eselgeist.livejournal.com]

Those mirrors shatter into a million pieces, it's true :^)

A very startling and gratifying impact.

Ex-cycle-courier punk sounds Tres Hot, I hope you managed a wink and a smile.

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

He was heavily tattooed, tall, and had spiky hair, too. And a pretty hot bike.

I see you've already learnt the secret cyclist-revenge point of cars, then. I was quite amused to open up my mail today and find a piece titled 'Witchy Woman' from you... obviously not related, due to the finished state of it, but still an amusing coincidence.

[nigel.livejournal.com]

Most cyclists that I've encountered deserve to be run over, but I think that's just a regional thing. Bicycle guys, I mean... People on motorcycles in this area are a pleasure to drive near.

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

*shrug* There are good drivers and bad drivers; there are good cyclists and bad cyclists. The bad ones are usually the more memorable, because they're the ones involved when things go wrong.

Bicycling is not currently one of my major forms of transportation, but it has been in the past, and likely will be in the future - my current job is a little too far away for comfortable cycling, so I'm stuck on the bus. An hour of biking to work, and an hour back, is just too much of a strain.