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I resemble that remark

The failure to stop at a stop sign never ceases to amaze me, and it seems like they're ALL guilty of it

If there’s a bike lane, do they have to be used? There are a ton around here that do NOT

Lots of entitled dbags on here, you feel high and mighty coming within inches of hitting a cyclist and brag about doing it. As prior stated, they have rights too. Lots of riders have caught on to the dbag passive aggressive drivers and now ride with go pros and send that footage to the cops after a ride for you to receive a ticket in the mail.

Yes I ride, yes I am courteous and get over whenever someone is coming up. I personally haven’t had an issue with a driver but luckily none of the peeps on here drive where I ride.

My moms now deceased fiancé was hit and killed a few months back on his bicycle. So yes, this hits home with me. Is it really worth destroying your life and someone else’s over petty nonsense? Yes, I know this goes both ways but y’all make it seem one sided.

Both parties need to be respectful. If a biker isn’t on the shoulder it is usually because of road debris and they are trying to avoid it, or at least where I ride. We are not all out to make sure you are late to your pedicure appointment.

Rant over

Their mothers sure do dress them funny.

Sorry, I did not read your first post. Maybe you're one of those I gently nudged into a ditch?

I guess I just found a positive about corpitos, ain't a chance in hell these clowns are going to ride a bike for exercise. A sixer and some cigs yes, but exercise, no way.

I look good in my tight shorts

If bikers used the shoulder more, I personally wouldn’t care what y’all do, but they don’t so they’re in my way, doing half the speed I am and won’t move out of the way. I call that being a jerk. Wearing a go-pro for the tattle tale purposes? I’m not gonna derail this thread with my comments.

A few years before my first and only was born (1996) I decided that my love of motorcycles wasn't worth leaving a child and my wife behind. I haven't been on one since.

The roads are much more dangerous now than then. Do you have family and dependents? If so maybe you should reassess your priorities.

I once mentioned to my attorney cousin something about a near accident I had. I said I had the right of way. He said the graveyards are full of those.

Impeding Traffic....

We make it seem one sided because it is. There’s a reason the cyclists are so outnumbered in this conversation. If they weren’t an issue, not so many people would think that they are.

A new meaning for BLM?

My paintball comment was specifically directed at the arsewipes riding three abreast and impeding traffic knowing full well what they were doing and not giving a [censored] about anyone else on the road. I put them in the same category as the jerks that drive slow in the left lane and prick truck drivers who take 3-5 miles to pass another truck going 65 in a 75!

There is a special place in hell for all the selfish bastards!

If you fall into that category then there ya go, if not then you really shouldn’t have an issue with what I said since it wasn’t directed to you!

I yield to faster traffic and pull onto the shoulder to allow others to pass.....which is why I am so intolerant of those selfishness pricks that don’t!

If you’re offended by that, your choice, your problem......

Exactly.

Here Here!!!!

I drive quite a bit between Llano and Fredericksburg and have to contend with the spandex crowd couple times/yr.
It’s especially annoying on Bell Mountain as the shoulder is narrow and the cyclists ride in the main lanes. I don’t dislike them but dang man move over a little bit.

A few years ago I was hauling a 40 foot cattle trailer full of steers to the sale barn and came up on 3 bicyclists. We were coming up a small hill , had a truck on my left side and I was in the outside lane because I was hauling a hell of a load and when I passed them I was in the Cummins pretty deep and she was making some noise out the exhaust, about the time I passed the lead biker he flipped me off. He must not have seen the 40 feet of Neckover trailer hooked to my truck because he lost his balance and crashed into my cattle trailer.
Many of you may know that those trailers have a walking ledge that runs down the sides that we walk on to push the cattle out or in. When that fella crashed into my trailer he grabbed onto it and hung on for dear life. It took me about 120 feet or so to get stopped, the whole time he was screaming. Now them steers had been in some green grass for about two weeks before sale and they could sh!t thru a screen door, we had em packed tight and a few of them sh!t all over they fella while he was hanging on.
By the time I walked back there his other two friends had caught up. They all looked like 3 of Lance Armstrong’s gay brothers dressed in those yoga shorts and shirts that looked like they were two sizes too small. They helped their friend up and about that time a car pulled up with another little gay looking fella that I imagine followed them for water and such. And he started squawking about already calling the sheriff, etc.
One of the guys started cussin me and ran towards me and many of you that know me know that I am full grown and won’t back down from anyone, so I drew back a right hand fixing to lay him out when he stopped real quick and slipped in his little slippers that had metal on the bottom that I later learned was to lock their feet on the pedals. He fell hard and whacked the back of his head on the road and laid there whining.
About that time the sheriff pulled up and here I am, a big old redneck boy with one bike guy scratched to hell covered in cow sh!t, another one on the ground with his head cracked open and the other two on their phones calling who know. Deputy knows me and says “Kent, what the hell? I raised my hands and said “ I didn’t do nothing” . He got both sides of the story and another truck had stopped and also told the deputy what he saw. Lances gay trio wanted me arrested and he explained I had more right on that FM road than they did. Then they got a lesson on what an FM road meant. I had to get to the sale and asked if I could go, he gave me my license and insurance card to me and I walked away. Left him there to deal with the aftermath.
A long read, but to hell with them damn bicycles.

Gutit, That’s freakin funny!!!!!!

Fantastic story! Too bad it doesn’t happen more often.