Ok, I’m going to bare my soul a bit here, I was driving in my Wife’s '85 Corolla down the suburban roads in my neighborhood. Every couple of blocks there is a stop sign. As I followed a guy on a bicycle, a guy too big for the spandex clothing he was sporting was riding his bicycle out about 3-feet into the traffic lane, well outside the 5-foot bicycle lane along the road way we were driving. Besides hogging the roadway rather than using the empty bike lane, he ran every stop sign. I was getting a bit irritated at this and was wishing for his tires to blow, we came to a red light. There was a group of kids crossing (with the light…) and he yells, “clear the way” as he rides his bicycle right thorough the group of kids.
Now my hackles were getting up and I was reaching for my phone to call 911 and report him, his actions were recorded on my traffic camera and I had gotten alongside him once and snapped a photo. But then, we came to another stop light with a right turn lane. He slowed down, pulled up next to a car going straight and he starts doing that “wiggle-waggle” that bikers do when they do not want to stop. I pulled up next to him in the right turn lane.
As the last car went through on the cross traffic’s Green light, he decides he wiggle-waggled enough and started to pedal through our still Red Light.
It was then I hit my horn and I hit it hard and long (the '85 Corolla’s horn is “old world – LOUD” not like those new wimpy horns on today’s cars…) and that must have scared the bageezes out of him and he snaps his head around and as he does he also snapped his handlebars around, and he tumbled over, right there in the empty road. As he’s sitting there I yell, “Are you all fight, that looked like it hurt.” He yelled back, “Why did you blow your horn?” I yelled back, “Because I was too far back to blow my horn when you almost ran those kids over two-block back.” He then yells back, “You Son of a (not a very nice term…)” and I give him one more yell, “Hey, that’s what the kids yelled at you!”
I then make my Right Turn on Red after a lawful stop… and drive off into the sunset knowing that that guy was probably too sore to ride so caviler for the rest of his trip…
Yeah, some of you probably think I’m the butt end of a mule’s cousin, but it felt good to put the road bully on my butt.