- Jun 22, 2004
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This incident occurred on Congress Ave. between 11th St and 1st St, so over the course of 10 blocks and probably 10 red lights.
I am riding in the right 1/2 of the right lane, doing approximately 20 to 25 mph. When I ride my bike on the streets, I am constantly looking for four-wheeled idiots. So I look behind me and I see this Yellow Cab zooming towards me at probably twice my speed. I look back ahead, and there is a red light, so I start coasting and braking. The taxi had to slam on the brakes and got within an inch of my back tire (not a hyperbole). I look at the guy and motion/say back up.
So, the light turns green and I out accelerate everyone off the line. I get back up to 25 mph and catch a green at the next intersection. I check behind me, the taxi is about a foot away from me. Twelve fucking inches off my back tire. We get up to the next light, and it is red. I look behind me right as he hit my fucking bike. Granted, it was not hard enough to do damage to my rim, but who the fuck hits a person like that right after warning them to stay off?
I turn my bike sideways in the lane and start to go ape shit. I yelled at him through a green light, telling him to back the fuck up and stay the fuck off my ass. I commented vigorously on his inadequate driving ability, his intelligence (or lack of), and several other things that just flew off my tongue. I'm sure that it was a very colorful and adrenaline-fueled monologue. I was seriously about to kick his ass, and I was carrying a gun (not that I would have used it, but riding around downtown Austin at 1:00am can be dangerous). Needless to say, the passengers in the back seat covered their faces with embarrassment and I had a very aggressive ride after that. The taxi stuck with me for about 6 more blocks, but maintained about 10 car lengths distance behind me.
Disclaimer: What I did was stupid, however, the cab driver was definitely at fault. He hit me. Road rage is not the solution to any problem, and I should have just forgot about the incident and peddled over a block or two. I was already in workout mode, and his actions just dumped adrenaline into my system.
Cliffs:
1) Riding bike in downtown Austin.
2) Taxi cab riding my ass.
3) Taxi cab hit me at a light.
4) I go ape shit on his ignorant ass.
5) ...
6) No profit.
I am riding in the right 1/2 of the right lane, doing approximately 20 to 25 mph. When I ride my bike on the streets, I am constantly looking for four-wheeled idiots. So I look behind me and I see this Yellow Cab zooming towards me at probably twice my speed. I look back ahead, and there is a red light, so I start coasting and braking. The taxi had to slam on the brakes and got within an inch of my back tire (not a hyperbole). I look at the guy and motion/say back up.
So, the light turns green and I out accelerate everyone off the line. I get back up to 25 mph and catch a green at the next intersection. I check behind me, the taxi is about a foot away from me. Twelve fucking inches off my back tire. We get up to the next light, and it is red. I look behind me right as he hit my fucking bike. Granted, it was not hard enough to do damage to my rim, but who the fuck hits a person like that right after warning them to stay off?
I turn my bike sideways in the lane and start to go ape shit. I yelled at him through a green light, telling him to back the fuck up and stay the fuck off my ass. I commented vigorously on his inadequate driving ability, his intelligence (or lack of), and several other things that just flew off my tongue. I'm sure that it was a very colorful and adrenaline-fueled monologue. I was seriously about to kick his ass, and I was carrying a gun (not that I would have used it, but riding around downtown Austin at 1:00am can be dangerous). Needless to say, the passengers in the back seat covered their faces with embarrassment and I had a very aggressive ride after that. The taxi stuck with me for about 6 more blocks, but maintained about 10 car lengths distance behind me.
Disclaimer: What I did was stupid, however, the cab driver was definitely at fault. He hit me. Road rage is not the solution to any problem, and I should have just forgot about the incident and peddled over a block or two. I was already in workout mode, and his actions just dumped adrenaline into my system.
Cliffs:
1) Riding bike in downtown Austin.
2) Taxi cab riding my ass.
3) Taxi cab hit me at a light.
4) I go ape shit on his ignorant ass.
5) ...
6) No profit.
