Recently upgraded from single speed to fixed and copped my first burn today,
riding along Findon Road in Adelaide to work.
Two tradies in a ute remarked:
“Buy some brakes you f*cking retard!”
I actually had to stop I was laughing so hard.
Anyone else had any awesome burns recently?.
“get a real boyfriend!” Whilst I was walking home from the train station with my sister, about 2 years ago, from a guy in a blue BA ute.
Most memorable burn anyway.
New Year’s Eve 2002, Whangamata, walking back to my accommodation with my then girlfriend after we’d had an argument. She was upset and I was pissed off. Walk by a bunch of bogan dudes parked up in their rotaries. One particularly ugly and over-weight guy says to me as I walk past him, “I’d be angry if that was my girlfriend too mate”. It was particularly insulting given that he was quite unattractive, and she was actually very pretty. I seriously considered going back and throwing a brick at his head, but later respected how quick-witted and effective his insult was.
‘Fixie faggot’ is the best I got. But numerous car horns and the like, but any rider gets that.
Oh and ‘wear a helmet ya dickhead’, that was when I was riding on the footpath out the front of my house…
“FUCKEN FIXIE FGGT C*NT!!!” was a memorable one.
who knew riding a bicycle along brunswick st would provoke such a strong emotional reaction from a complete stranger…?
“HEY FIXIE MOTHERFUCKER” is the best I can do. Once I chased down a car after having a beer bottle thrown at me. I was livid at these pathetic cowards. I must have seemed threatening because regardless of the baseball bat they showed me, they took off through the red light out of sight. Plates noted a reported. Eat shit and die fuckers!
Great timing, bear with me here…friday arvo from a dickhead on an MTB. Shared ped/bike path with lots of families, so its no racetrack. MTB dickhead comes racing along using it as a crit course, you know the kind. Nearly takes out me, plus two kids and their dad, and scares the crap out of some womans dog on one narrow corner with no vision ahead. On my way back home ten minutes later he rolls up behind me, dings the bell, and says “it’d go better with gears” as he keeps eye contact as he passes me. My witty rejoinder was “you’d do better with your eyes forward”, as he clips bars with a guy coming the other way. Dickhead went over, but BSO rider stayed upright. I’ve never laughed so hard as I rode past him.