Most of us do it all the time here or you'll get booked by Mr Plod, fuck giving them more money for nothing.The rules are fcuking stupid. Try entering a small (typical) roundabout without indicating and then exiting with an indicator on.
Go ahead - try it. Betcha can't.
No need to imagine! There's fucking heaps of 4 way stop signs in Newcastle and it is as stupid as you are imagining.Yeah, that is odd - they're just a glorified four way stop intersection
(can you imagine the four way stop system from the US working here....? It would be chaos...)
The average Sydney dick approaches EVERYTHING at Mach 9. We had one come work for us, ever time I saw him on the road he was flogging his poor little Pulsar to death.It's impossible because the average Sydney dickhead enters the small roundabout at approx mach 9.
Spend 3 hrs crossing the city and see how patient you become!The average Sydney dick approaches EVERYTHING at Mach 9. We had one come work for us, ever time I saw him on the road he was flogging his poor little Pulsar to death.
He couldn't work out why the cops kept stopping him for inappropriate driving
We call it 'Rat-Running', there's a house up the road at the side of a roundabout that needs to get their front fence repaired yearly because they occasional plough into it when they go out of control.The average Sydney dick approaches EVERYTHING at Mach 9. We had one come work for us, ever time I saw him on the road he was flogging his poor little Pulsar to death.
He couldn't work out why the cops kept stopping him for inappropriate driving
It’s how I was taught back in the day in Victoria. If you’re going right, indicate right...Yeah I don't get the indicating right to enter a roundabout, I didn't see it until living in ACT.
Wow. I thought they were a US only thing!No need to imagine! There's fucking heaps of 4 way stop signs in Newcastle and it is as stupid as you are imagining.
For sure. Around here if there's more than 4 cars at a roundabout it's considered a traffic jam. When we moved here my wife pointed out I drove with much more patience than I did in Adelaide.Spend 3 hrs crossing the city and see how patient you become
I used to cross Adelaide every day for work. There's quite a network of back streets perfect for that.We call it 'Rat-Running', there's a house up the road at the side of a roundabout that needs to get their front fence repaired yearly because they occasional plough into it when they go out of control.
Yup, scary AF when you're pedalling halfway through said roundabout with sweet FA entry visibility and you have Ol'mate/school mum bearing down on you in the Rangie/Cayenne/Q7/X5/Ghibli/F-Pace etc doing 50+ thinking everyone has to give way them.It is fuckin terrible though, the average driver is atrocious
I've been hit by cars 3 times, each time I was in the gutter pedalling along pretty quickly.Yup, scary AF when you're pedalling halfway through said roundabout with sweet FA entry visibility and you have Ol'mate/school mum bearing down on you in the Rangie/Cayenne/Q7/X5/Ghibli/F-Pace etc doing 50+ thinking everyone has to give way them.
Define riding like a dick, if you mean riding in primary position as you legally entitled to do and not riding in the door zone then I also ride like a dick...I commute roughly 9-5 give or take an hour either side and through inner city suburbs so traffic is generally at a stand still, yet I still get numpties in a major rush to get the next red light 200m down the street.I've been hit by cars 3 times, each time I was in the gutter pedalling along pretty quickly.
As soon as I started riding like a dick, suddenly everyone notices me and I haven't been hit in 3 years now
riding aggressively, hucking gutters, running reds, darting in and around traffic.Define riding like a dick, if you mean riding in primary position as you legally entitled to do and not riding in the door zone then I also ride like a dick...I commute roughly 9-5 give or take an hour either side and through inner city suburbs so traffic is generally at a stand still, yet I still get numpties in a major rush to get the next red light 200m down the street.
Get off the f#@ken road > refuse to make eye contact at red light > golf clap
I'm also guilty as charged.riding aggressively, hucking gutters, running reds, darting in and around traffic.
All the things people in cars like to bitch about. And it works! they notice me and I haven't been hit since.
This is around the inner west/city though.