I do
not generally dislike cyclists. As long as they behave correctly, we're good. The other day however...
On my way to work, I pulled off at my local gas station to get something for breakfast. It's a long, curved building which you park parallel to. There's space for two cars before the entrance, I pull my car onto the first one to leave space for the potential next guy. Also, before I stopped, I turned the front wheels to the very left to avoid an ad sign when I set off again.
So I get into the store, buy my breakfast and get back into my car to drive off. I put on the seatbelt, start the car, turn the lights on. And literally in the moment before my car starts moving, a cyclist stops his bike right in front of my car (actually between my front bumper and the ad sign), gets off his bike and disappears into the store. I just sat there for a couple of seconds with my mouth open. I mean how ignorant can you be? Deliberately putting your bike exactly in front of a car which is just about to drive off.
After I was done losing my faith in humanity, I slowly rolled back to straighten out the steering and to regain some space and checked my left wing mirror to make sure I don't crash into someone when driving off. And whom should I spot? Another cyclist entering the gas station. I probably could have sped away, but I didn't want to risk a crash and therefore waited for him to pass. And what would he do in thanks? Of course ... pilot his bike around my car and put it alongside the other bike and,
again, right in front of my bumper. For a second, I thought about getting out of the car and fucking hit the fucking idiot in his fucking face. But being the christian motorist I am, I just shrugged it off, rolled back some more and finally got moving.
But we're not done yet. Some guy I saw in the store earlier was strolling around the gas station by foot and talking on his mobile phone (which is illegal by the way). But would he move out of the way as I was slowly driving across the station? Of course he wouldn't. He just dandered on directly looking at me, but not intending to move faster or out of the way in any form.
By now, I was so fucking loaded that I just waited until I had enough space and sped off. What a way to start the day, eh?