Insulting a cyclist / by Kwinten Lambrecht

Cycling in Brussels isn't easy; there aren't a lot of separated cycle lanes nor cyclists and on top of that drivers aren't always nice to you. I cycle almost everyday and I am often confronted with very aggressive drivers. I cannot always blame them, because I truly believe driving makes you mad and even turns you into a person you don't want to be or are. Psychology Today even dedicated an article related to this matter. Anyway I've been insulted, attacked and yelled at quite a lot now so I decided to use this blog post as a diary in progress. Note: I am not writing down every insult, it's an ad-hoc project.

Next time I’ll make sure I hit you
— December 2013
The middlefinger
— February 2014
Ta guelle sale connard
— March 2014
T’as un problème?
— March 2014
Honk, honk (whenever you’re cycling too much in the middle of the road)
— No date
Quoi? Fils de pute
— March 2014
Enculé
— April 2014
The middle finger
— No date
Je baise ta mère (a BMW driver who nearly hit a cyclist in front of me)
— April 2014
Imbécile! (By a Military Police Cop, because I wanted to cross the street while pedestrians where doing the same)
— April 2014
*Honk Honk* Imbécile! (Because I was riding next to my girlfriend for a couple of seconds to explain our itinerary)
— April 2014
Vas-y, fils de pute! (my mother will be happy to read this)
— April 2014
Connard
— May 2014
Tranquille, PD
— May 2014
The middlefinger
— June 2014
You shouldn’t be cycling in Brussels, you’re going to die. (big smile on the guy’s face while he drives away)
— June 2014
The middlefinger
— June 2014
Connard (a guy with a big BMW who was driving a couple of centimeters behind me)
— June 2014
Débile
— October 2014
Pauvre con
— December 2014
Casses-toi
— February 2015
sdfgbksdfhsdlfhsdkhkfgn
— Difficult to understand, April 2015
Sale connard
— July 2015
Clochard
— December 2015
Get out of my way, some people need to work
— January 2016