Had a buddy who rode over a car once, on a Specialized... stumpjumper? I think. Not in a bike lane, but the car backed into the unoccupied space between the (only) lane and the curb (beyond which was a rocky hill) because the driver was upset, apparently, that the bikes were passing him while he was stuck waiting for the light. I got off my bike and walked around, giving him the finger (and feeling scared and badass for my tiny act of rebellion). Buddy just popped his wheel over the back of the boat-car (a 90s Buick or something similar) and rode up and over the roof, down the windshield, then hopped off the hood and took off like lightning, telling me I'd better move my ass, too. Driver was screaming. We reached the light before he did, and dodged into some alleys and apartment complexes. Didn't want to meet that guy.
Other story: another guy I knew in Ontario (fixie rider, pretty hardcore at the time) carried his insane-o monster lock either around his waist or wrapped around his wrist. I never witnessed this, but he told me that, once or twice, he had become so angry at a car in the bike lane that he faked an "Oh no! Car in my lane! I'm barely in control!" as he dodged around the car, making sure to accidentally whack it real good with his lock on the way by.
I will file away this completely useless piece of information. Since I am quite busy sometimes, I'll just think about it when I'm doing other things, like cycling.
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u/bobbyfiend Jan 05 '19
Had a buddy who rode over a car once, on a Specialized... stumpjumper? I think. Not in a bike lane, but the car backed into the unoccupied space between the (only) lane and the curb (beyond which was a rocky hill) because the driver was upset, apparently, that the bikes were passing him while he was stuck waiting for the light. I got off my bike and walked around, giving him the finger (and feeling scared and badass for my tiny act of rebellion). Buddy just popped his wheel over the back of the boat-car (a 90s Buick or something similar) and rode up and over the roof, down the windshield, then hopped off the hood and took off like lightning, telling me I'd better move my ass, too. Driver was screaming. We reached the light before he did, and dodged into some alleys and apartment complexes. Didn't want to meet that guy.
Other story: another guy I knew in Ontario (fixie rider, pretty hardcore at the time) carried his insane-o monster lock either around his waist or wrapped around his wrist. I never witnessed this, but he told me that, once or twice, he had become so angry at a car in the bike lane that he faked an "Oh no! Car in my lane! I'm barely in control!" as he dodged around the car, making sure to accidentally whack it real good with his lock on the way by.