Charlotte Drivers vs Cyclists

As a road cyclist, I probably witness more bad driving than the average motorist does, but then again, maybe it's just this town's prejudice against cyclists. I have motorists do things to me that I know they wouldn't do to their neighbor's 9 yr. old kid if he/she were on their bike. Many times, the discourteous driver always seems to be some got-money-wannabe in a luxury sedan or SUV chatting on their cell phone that feels they are too important to be inconvenienced.

One request, PLEASE use your turn signals.

Real simple people, if you are planning on going any direction other than straight or reverse, you need to use your turn signals. This is the ONLY way cyclists (and other drivers) know what you're intentions are.

If I see your brake lights before I see your turn signal light, that does me absolutely no good. Remember, the formal name is turn "indicator" and that would naturally imply that you indicate your intentions prior to acting on them.

Please be courteous, there is enough room for motorists and cyclists to share the road. But, if you choose to be a jerk, be careful, you might just pick on the wrong person.

Hey Man, Nice Shot!

Remember that Physics formula you learned way back when? You know, F=MA, where the Force equals the Mass multiplied by the rate of Acceleration? This is what it looks like in real life during a high school lacrosse game. In the NFL, this hit would result in a $50,000 fine.

Occupato!

A collegue and I decided to play a practical joke on a partner in our firm (we'll call him Backed Up Bob) who always preferred to use the larger, more private handicapped stall to do his business. So, early one morning before the office opened, we set up a dummy in the handicapped stall, thinking that after BUB made his usual morning visit, that he or someone else would immediately figure it out (after all, this was a 25 person male dominated firm) and we would all enjoy a good laugh. Another employee who also favored the "Taj MyStall" had come to the realization that every time he had visited the bathroom that day that the same person always seemed to be there. This employee quickly became concerned that a particular older worker in the office probably had passed out (or worse), but after checking, found him diligently working at his desk. At 3:30 in the afternoon, we heard a distant commotion.The now concerned but frightened employee concluded that the occupant of the Taj MyStall must be a prowler that was hiding out waiting for the office to close. BUB was quickly briefed of the situation and without hesitation, armed only with his manhood, a pair of sissors and a few curious employees in tow, stormed the bathroom and demanded that the prowler come out immediately. When there was no response, the concerned, but frightened employee looked over the locked stall door and after 8 hours, finally discovered the truth.