Another bad experience occurred in Seattle. There is a trail around one of the lakes there that used to be a logging railtrack, and while a lot of of the bikers say, "On your left," or ding their bell when they race by you, some of them don't. When one of them literally brushed by me (at 25 mph), I told him loudly that he was a synonym for human rectum. He didn't come back to challenge my assertion, but I was ready for him.
Good ones include bikers making extra effort to stay out of the way, waiting at stoplights and crossing in the crosswalks (as opposed to getting out in traffic, pretending in their little helmeted head that they are in the same league with an F-150), and using hand signals.
Maybe along with all the 'safety' laws we should have one that allows one day of open season per year....
Right on.
[and LOL at the last line]
I’ve *never* heard one yell anything when blowing by and can’t recall ever seeing any hand signals.
Oddly enough, some bikers still use hand signals.
I like my electric ones.
:)
One time while walking I raised my right arm and had one go under it at speed. I was walking on the right of the path. If they wear one of those bright insect outfits, they feel they have dispensation to violate what is the law in my state of Pennsylvania. They are required to announce themselves when overtaking pedestrians. Like you I call names but rectum is elementary school tame by my standards. Something about me seems to discourage anything but a look back. I hates those oily, creepy, camp clothing wearing cycletards.