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I was taking my usual route this morning on the freeways to work. At one on ramp between the 101 south and 60 west there is a portion where it's 2 lanes, the right goes off to a surface road and the left goes onto the 60west. A construction style F150 was in the left lane, merged in front of me to the right lane, I merged over to the left and was accelerating back up to freeway speed. When this M'FER threw a cigarette out his window and hit me in the face with a little bit of ember hitting my neck. I was so MAD, I got up to his side window and was staring him down, and he looked like he was confused as to what was wrong. I flip the dude off (not cool I know but I was pissed) and create some distance. I kept about 30 feet in front of him and just kept turning back and staring him down. I didn't want him to forget what he just did and to think twice before littering/throwing cigarettes out at people.

I totally understand how motorcyclist get pissed off now and you hear stories of them punching out windows, knocking off side mirrors, kicking in fenders, etc. I wanted to slow down and start wailing on this guys truck. I didn't I just sped away. The dude was an older 50ish construction hard looking guy that probably rode a HD. still in my mind I was contemplating if I could take him and/or if he would just run me off the road as I was riding away.

The fun part now as I'm writing this is knowing that the psychological response is all part of the physiological response for fight/flight/freeze or sympathetic nervous sytem. Being a motorcyclist we are already vulnerable to more hazards and when someone knowingly creates another hazard that threatens you, it's easy to want to fight (road rage), flee the situation (speed off), or freeze (crash, target fixate, lose the correct line, forget to brake, etc). Anyone of these responses increases the likelihood of harm to yourself and other so it's best to calm it down and get back into control of the situation.

Anyway, I thought I'd share and would like to hear others situations and how you reacted to what happened to you both the good and the bad because we've all been there in one way or another.

So, tell us your Biker Rage story?
 
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I throw cigarets all the time :)... but look for motorists before ..

Last road rage was last year on a trip to Germany Eifel park (Nurburgring)
was going about 170km/h (+50 the speed limit) on the hwy when one cager with a ford mondeo comes from behind, I allways keep an eye in the miror so I just let him pass me then he aproaches my buddy on his k1200s and drives very close to him, less then one bike length , nothing annoys me more then that.. and there was a van in front of us and we had to slow down anyway...

my buddy lets the mondeo pas and we continue at the same speed 170~, that's the max speed we can still understand each-other with the intercoms...

after 5-10 minutes we pass again the mondeo , this time he was the speed limit , right after we pass him he gets behind me .. no it's ON mf.. and I brake slightly.. he tries to go on the right but no mondeo will accelerate faster then my fizzy :).. and I play with him like that for a while, then my buddy got non confruntational and convince me to let him go, and I did

Only to find traffic went to a stand still after a few km... filtering and there he was in the modeo with his wife and teenager son in the back seat , I do the crazy sign and he starts to curse or something all red :)... I was now in front of the mondeo and put the bike on sidestand , didn't have the chance to unmount cause the mondeo was gone on the emergency lane :))

I hope was not that hard to read :smoking:
 
I past a guy last year who had been driving like a DBAg in a Silverado (I was behind him watching) He was passing running lights tailgating etc. He got stuck behind a line of 4 cars and couldn't pass and was right up the last cars bumper swerving back and forth. I passed all 4 of em just because I could, got up to the light and was sitting there waiting he rolls up and starts cussing me out. (Pissed cuz I passed and he couldn't) I asked him if he had an issue with my riding. He said yeah. I put the kickstand down and got off walked up to him and ask if he still had a problem. I was gonna rip his mirror off but I dont let road rage get the best of me anymore. 4 years ago I got arrested after getting rear ended. I got out cussed the 98 year old man out who hit me. I was immediately at fault in the POS LEO's eyes and ended up im the drunk tank for a night. (I was not drunk)
 
doesnt sound like it was on purpose? when i rage i pin it to win it, no ones going to catch up and i dont feel like an altercation on the side of the road, they have roll cages, we don't.
 
I take the duck's back approach when I ride. Actually, I take that approach in life in general. Confrontation & motorcycles are a bad mix so I make sure to avoid trouble before it starts. All the right of ways in the world aren't helpful when I'm pinned between a tree & an F-150 :)
 
So, I don't know what is up with my luck today. So the guy this morning threw his cigarette out the window by accident and hits me. On the way home I was getting off the freeway to the exit lane which is about a half mile before the ramp. I start to accelerate up to/maybe a little over the speed limit when the POS Toyota pickup in front of me decides to come over with no turn signal. I simply get on the brake back off and politely waive this guy over. He F%$@ing throws a cigarette out the window towards me and thankfully misses. I'm fuming at first then I just hang back and we get to the light at the end of the on ramp, I look over at him and he looks at me. He's looking pissed at first, so I flip up my modular and smile at the guy. He was shocked and didn't know what to do, he wouldn't make eye contact after that.

Maybe cigarettes are mad at me, because I probably counsel 2-4 patients a day to quit smoking. WTF.
 
My biker rage story happened when I was in my 20s. I was driving through town, 4 lanes, on the inside lane planning to turn left at the next intersection. The cage in the outside lane decides he wants my lane and starts to change lanes. I am beside his driver's window and blow my horn while I switch to the inside section of my lane. He continues to come over so I blow the horn again. He kept coming over, still hadn't signalled or even looked because I was right there. That's when i decided to remodel his driver's door with my motorcycle boot. That's when he finally noticed me. When we got to the intersection the light waas red so he had to stop right beside me. I reached over and knocked on his window. He rolled it down about 1 inch and I told him "If you don't know how to drive, park it in the
f-ing garage. He promply stepped on the gas going over the curb cutting through the yard on the corner of the intersection and headed opposite the direction I was going in. Something to be said for black leather head to toe with a blacked out full face helmet. I often wonder how he explained his caved in door to his wife.:nono:
 
My biker rage story happened when I was in my 20s. I was driving through town, 4 lanes, on the inside lane planning to turn left at the next intersection. The cage in the outside lane decides he wants my lane and starts to change lanes. I am beside his driver's window and blow my horn while I switch to the inside section of my lane. He continues to come over so I blow the horn again. He kept coming over, still hadn't signalled or even looked because I was right there. That's when i decided to remodel his driver's door with my motorcycle boot. That's when he finally noticed me. When we got to the intersection the light waas red so he had to stop right beside me. I reached over and knocked on his window. He rolled it down about 1 inch and I told him "If you don't know how to drive, park it in the
f-ing garage. He promply stepped on the gas going over the curb cutting through the yard on the corner of the intersection and headed opposite the direction I was going in. Something to be said for black leather head to toe with a blacked out full face helmet. I often wonder how he explained his caved in door to his wife.:nono:

had a exact similar event in my first years of motorcyclist when I was riding my Suzuki GS850. It happened to me while I was young and had no money to buy a decent pair of motoboots so I rode with my army boots steel tipped...so too I modelled his side door untill he noticed he was kinda pushing me towards the concrete divider on the Antwerp ring...and this guy's car was a beautiful Jag.

Another event was basically too funny... I was riding my FZ1 couple years behind a R1. It was middle of summer. The R1 rider was fully geared (leather two-piece suit, boots, the whole lot) and was accompanied by this beautiful girl on the back, who was just wearing a short, jeans jacket and helmet. Somehow the R1 rider was ignoring that fact because he was flicking through traffic like a lunatic. So come next traffic light, I stop next to him and flip up my helm, while suggesting she can ride with me because I feel concerned she's not wearing full gear while he drives kinda reckless and an accident (car changing lane) happens fast...The guy turned immediate red and wanted to swing out to me...luckily I was not that close to him and on top of that the girl starting discussing with him that I had a point...:sport12:
 
Another event was basically too funny... I was riding my FZ1 couple years behind a R1. It was middle of summer. The R1 rider was fully geared (leather two-piece suit, boots, the whole lot) and was accompanied by this beautiful girl on the back, who was just wearing a short, jeans jacket and helmet. Somehow the R1 rider was ignoring that fact because he was flicking through traffic like a lunatic. So come next traffic light, I stop next to him and flip up my helm, while suggesting she can ride with me because I feel concerned she's not wearing full gear while he drives kinda reckless and an accident (car changing lane) happens fast...The guy turned immediate red and wanted to swing out to me...luckily I was not that close to him and on top of that the girl starting discussing with him that I had a point...:sport12:

Nice Den, that would make you a knight on a shining Fz. hahaha
 
literally every day i ride to work, someone almost hits me. i kid you not, in seattle, motorcycles are invisible. if i got pissed every time someone was retarded in a car, i'd die of stress in about a week. just gotta let it go, i do however like to zip past them pretty close, hopefully give em a little scare and wake up call, but thats outta fun, not anger lol
 
literally every day i ride to work, someone almost hits me. i kid you not, in seattle, motorcycles are invisible. if i got pissed every time someone was retarded in a car, i'd die of stress in about a week. just gotta let it go, i do however like to zip past them pretty close, hopefully give em a little scare and wake up call, but thats outta fun, not anger lol

Seattle traffic is bad, the only places I've been that are worse is NYC, and LA (they both have 3 times the number of people though).

I know what you mean, I grew up in FW and would commute to capitol hill (O'Dea). I could insert any number of asian racist jokes here and if not them, then the douches in the SUV's, just as bad as in AZ.
 
I have been with a couple of guys who kicked a driver's side door and a few driver's side mirrors have hit the pavement but one incident stands out pretty clearly. I was riding to Austin with a friend of mine and we were about 2 hours out and we cruising at about 80 mph. There was not much traffic at about 6 am as people were just starting their day.
We were in a rural area where there were lots of ranches and very few homes. The homes we did see were all about 300 yds from the hiway. If you haven't seen this part of Texas I want to describe it so you can get a picture of what I'm talking about. One rancher was in a HUGE Dually Pick Up had driven down his long drive way and was stopped perpendicular to the hiway waiting to merge with traffic. Well actually there did not seem to be any traffic in front of him as he was just parked there. Something about it got my attention. As we started to approach I flashed my brights once just to make sure he saw my friend and I. Well I guess (because I can't figure out what else happened) this made the rancher angry and he pulled out RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. I mean it appeared to be deliberately. As we got closer to this HUGE pick up truck our lights shined on the truck and eventually the driver. This is the important part - The driver made some kind of weird face and seemed to be taunting us. He seemed to be shouting and mouthing some words that I couldn't understand. Then he STOPPED - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIWAY!!!! That forced us to both slam on our brakes and as I was nearest to the shoulder of the road. I veered over on the shoulder and went a little wide hoping I could make room for my friend to follow. Well Scott did not follow and locked up his breaks to come to a complete stop.
The truck then accelerated and went into the north bound lane and continued on his route. I was furious and shouted a few choice words but Scott was even more angry than I was. As soon as the truck pulled into the north bound lane Scott shot out after him. I had not stopped - in fact I had accelerated as I hit the shoulder to make room for my friend so I had traveled a pretty good way down the road so it took me a minute to catch up to them. In fact the truck and my friend had traveled over a hill and I couldn't see them as they went over a hill. When I came over that hill at over 100 mph I saw Scott and the Dually driver in the scariest thing I had seen. Scott had pulled up even with him and was shouting and making hand gestures. The driver of the truck actually was swerving back and forth at my friend. This was a really scary sight to see. I mean I had NO idea what to do!!! There is a video that shows a motorcycle driver confronting an agressive cage driver and the cage drivers punches the gas!! Lets say the motorcycle driver doesn't win this one.

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So I am absolutely in shock of what I'm seeing! It's like it's a bad dream! Well I had only caught up for what seemed to be a few seconds and then Scott peeled away and turned back south bound. I had NO idea what to do but follow. I figured Scott would pull over and we kind of regroup, talk bad about the driver and listen to my friend describe what he would have done to the truck driver if he pulled over but that is not what happened.
Scott was driving pretty slow when I fell in line with him and then he punched the throttle. LOL I was thinking WTF are you doing? Well we didn't have intercoms and I'm kind of glad because I'm sure I would have been looking for the volume switch anyway. Once I catch up to Scott and his Gixxer he as driven up to the man's driveway, parks his bike and walks toward the man's front gate WITH PURPOSE! What I mean by that is I could tell he was PISSED!!! and it would be a good idea to let him walk it off. Well he has other ideas.
Scott walks up to the front gate (it's real common for Ranchers to decorate their gates). Since no one can see their homes, a lot of ranchers will build big archways over the driveway and very ornate gates with their names on it. This rancher had done that very thing. So Scott is walking toward the front gate and suddenly veers to the left. He picks up the HUGE trash can that the trash service comes and gets and he throws it as this decorative gate. I won't go into so much detail since this is getting long winded but Scott dumped some trash, kicked over a mail box (a custom job also) and kicked over a little bust of a horse's head that was part of the decoration and tried to bust it by body slamming it repeated at the front gate. LOL I will end this craziness by telling you what he did for an exclamation point. He found some kind of chord in the trash that he dumped and hung the horse head on the ornamental gate. During this time I had parked my motorcycle but left it running. I was pretty worried that the driver would double back but he didn't. So after the horse hanging - Scott was still in full gear, full face helmet on and he made a real made a short gesture for us to get back on the road. LOL Now that is what I'm thinking. :smokin2:
So we drive on into Austin without stopping. LOL That was a tense drive but he kept driving moving without looking back. I was CONSTANTLY checking the rear view mirror looking for that HUGE truck. I never saw the truck again and we arrived at Scott's GF's apartment. We parked our bikes and we unload our bags. We don't say a word until we get to the front door where my friend asks me not to say anything to his GF. HAHAHA!!!! I died laughing - after all that - that is what he is worried about?!?!?! :noworries:
Later that night the girls go do girl things and my friend and I are hanging out. So we finally get a chance to talk about it. Scott said he was so mad at that guy that he is glad he did NOT pull over. I was also because it's pretty common for ranchers to carry a gun in their truck. Guns are something I respect. I understand 2 men fighting occasionally - that happens but guns are a conversation ender. I'm NOT opposed to them - in fact I am a gun advocate but I don't want one pulled on me and especially NOT in that situation.
Sorry the story was so long....the whole incident seemed to take about 5 seconds. In reality I think it went pretty quickly because my friend was moving at a fast pace. :spank2: You know I have had some people ask ME why I didn't do one thing or the other. Either go after the guy or stop my friend. IDK is the best answer I can come up with. In the heat of the moment you react. Secondly - I'm not real sure I could have stopped my friend and more importantly - I'm not going to wrestle with one of my good friends to stop that. The third point is I understand that my buddy destroyed some property but I can assure you that that rancher would have had a very angry - very trained athletic man coming after him. I have worked out with my friend in both boxing and BJJ and after thinking about it and talking to Scott - I think the rancher is extremely lucky that he didn't stop. I cannot even begin to think of why someone would endanger two motorcycle riders like that but one thing is clear - the driver of the truck thought it was funny definitely was mocking us when he passed me. A broken gate is much different than broken bones :deal: I still shake my head thinking about that morning. It all seemed to have happened in about 5 seconds. Sorry it was so long winded but that was a story I have never told on these forums.

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After I posted I thought that I would post a pic of what a Dually Truck looks like in case they don't have them internationally. These things are MASSIVE!!!! I mean they take up a lot of space!!!


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Here is an idea of what I mean by ranchers having an ornate gate and archway. This is NOT the property but just to give you a general idea:


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...a story I posted on the FZ6R forum a couple summers ago, when I was still on a little bike.

So frustrated... waiting at the end of a side street, waiting to make my left at the stop sign. As I checked to my right, a pickup sneaks up to the line beside me on the right, blocking my view. His window was open, so I yelled to him that I couldn't see past him. He made his right, stopped immediately at the curb and jumped out of his truck, approaching me and threatening me! I took off, looped around, noted his licence plate, and watched him pull in to work at a local factory. I was going to let it all slide off, but I had bad visions of my bike being vandalized (he's obviously from my neighbourhood) and the cops telling me I should have reported it when I made the claim, so I popped in to a local cop hangout on my way to work. Luckily, one of the officers there was a customer in my shop. I explained what happened, and he told me he would pop in to the factory and have a visit with the offending gent. I wonder how his boss enjoyed having to shut down a line so one of his guys could be reprimanded by the police.

I've had people act very unreasonably on the streets. I had a guy once just dying to fight. He kept screaming about how he was going to punch my face in because I flipped him off after he floored it while I was trying to pass him. I wear a full face helmet, Icon Stryker upper body rig, gloves with CF knuckles, Icon Field Armour shorts and knee/shin guards, and Puma race boots with titanium toe sliders. I told him to fill his boots (local for go ahead). I figure if I'm geared up to crash a bike, I should be able to take a punch from some fat lard with a half ton truck. Like most of these d-bags he was all mouth. Maybe he just couldon't seem to find a good place to punch me where he wouldn't break his hand.
 
So, I had a little rage incident on Friday and was contemplating whether to post or not. I'm gonna go ahead and post it.

I was on a smaller side street in Downtown Phoenix, it was a 5 lane road, 2 lanes in each direction and a suicide lane. I was in the right lane and it was about to open up to a right turn lane. Well at the immediate entrance to the right lane there was a manhole and some tore up street, so I set myself up to get around that mess and then dive into the lane. I flipped on my turn signal, go to check my shoulder and there is a bumper at my right foot. I was like WTF, this tool tried to cut past me with my turn signal on even. I get up to the light and instead of taking the right and proceeding on my way I decide to turn around and gesture at what I then see is a older (60ish) woman in a mid 90s Volvo boxy station wagon. I think what set me off was the I don't give a F%$# look she had. I start gesturing and yelling through my helmet when the women gives me a shrug like "so what". So I flip up my visor and proceed to yell, "It is illegal to pass on the right unless the driver in front of you is taking a left." and gesture from the lane I was in then into the turn lane. Then I point to my turn signal and make a flashing gesture with my hand, and yell "Do you see these?" She nods yes. Then I yell, "Do you Understand". She slowly nods her head again. Feeling still a little freaked out, I buzzed out of there.

edit: like an idiot I was actually going the speed limit, and I've notice people try to pass me more if I go the speed limit.
 
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There have been a few, less now that I have many more miles under my belt. The worst thing I ever did was back in my GSX-R days when a guy in a Cummins Ram was blocking the North bound I-10 ramp towards Phoenix. I was running late and the guy was merging right around 40mph. I got impatient and legally went around as soon as I had enough room. Later stuck in traffic from construction he totally smoked me out when the left lane started to speed up. I had to pull over because I honestly thought I was gonna pass out. Afterwards a minute or so I got back on the road. I used to, and still, carry a telescoping baton with a ground steel tip on one side when I rode. I caught him a little down the road and took out the passenger window. He tried to chase me best he could but with traffic he got stuck when I split a few cars till traffic cleared up. Really funny thing was I saw him on campus a few weeks later (in street clothes without my bike) and toasted him. He had no idea who I was. :cheers:
 
so you didn't slap granny after all?? :nono:

never ever ride slower then the traffic

I wasn't going slower, I was just going with traffic which happened to be the speed limit. The popo are all over that place and I was just keeping track with the car to my left that was also going the speed limit. The problem is in Phoenix a lot of side streets are 35 (or even 30) yet the main surface streets are 40 (or sometimes 45).

Most of the time I zip by people and average about 5 mph faster than traffic.

This lady was just in a rush. I would never hit somebody unless they of course hit me first. But a good tongue lashing, I believe that's fair.
 
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