Damn Cagers!

[Lias]

On my way back from lunch today, I saw a young bloke struggling to push his bike up a hill. Cagers had been whizzing past him and ignoring him, so I stopped to give him a hand. Turns out his chain had snapped on the corner at the bottom of the hill, and he was trying (and failing) to get his bike up the hill so he could push it the rest of the way home.

Steams me up that all these cars passed him and wouldnt stop and help because he was on a bike. We all know that if he'd been some hot young blondie trying to push a cage they'd have been stopping left right and center. Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings. :mad:

/rant

[zeRax]

good job dude, what bike did he have btw ;0?

[Maximus]

Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings. :mad:



That say's it all really!

Good on ya for stopping though :niceone:

[placidfemme]

Good on you for stopping... Cagers do suck... Last year my partner came off her bike near Albany village, she went skidding one way, the bike went the other... I saw her go down in my mirrors, and pulled over as safely as possible and ran to check she was ok. About 9 cars drove "around" (at least not "over) her, but not one stopped and asked if she was ok, or to help pick up her bike and bits of farings and mirror all over the road.

[Waylander]

Heh yea cagers only care about themselfs for the most part. If they are gonna help sombody they better get something out of it.

But then they tend to think the same thing about us...

One of the most important rules to biking for me is to always stop and help fellow bikers. We get enough crap and disrespect from everyone else out there without doing it to ourselfs. Good on ya for helpin out mate and when I'm allowed to again expect some green.


Ps anyone every tried explaing to a cager why you call them cagers? It's like trying to teach algebra to a rock.

[crashe]

Yep I know what ya mean mate....
My bike stopped suddenly at the Newton Road offramp set of lights....
So I was pushing it up Newton Hill towards Symonds St to take the bike to Mt Eden. Well cars whizzed past me - not one car stopped... and I even spotted two people I knew.... but they were already committed to going on the Newton onramp... well one was driving a bus.....lol. Anyways this dude on a m/bike stopped and he offered to go up to Mt Eden to organise a truck from them to come and collect it... Thanks to that dude. So I continued to struggle up the hill.... ok my bike is heavy to push up hill.

When this guy and a woman were going my way but on the other side of the road. He crossed over and took the bike and pushed it up that steep hill for me... Now It took him a few goes as well... yep he had to stop and start. We chatted.... as we finally got to the top. The dude on the bike came back to say that the truck would be along soon... I thanked the guy on the bike for doing that. The guy who helped my I thanked him so much for his help.... He and his gal were on ther way home... Just into Symonds St the truck arrived..... so rather than putting it up on the truck at that point I just was able to roll the bike all the way there to the shop..... well it was downhill from Symonds St....

But you are right, cars usually dont stop to help.

But once when I ran out of gas as I turned off at Tat South offramp. There I was again struggling to push my bike... believe me there is a hill there. The bike had heavy stuff on the back strapped on, I took off my leather jacket tied it to the bike and somehow tied my helmet on as well. It was a hot day.... pushing about 10 feet and getting my breath back. When this dude in a ute stopped and came back with a gas tank.. with just a little bit of fuel... He put what fuel he had in it.. and had trouble geting it going.... Shoved the choke on and it started... he said dont worry about ya helmet ride like the clappers to the gas station.... yep it was 800 metres up the road.... This dude also rode bikes and knew what it was like... so thanks to that dude as well.

So I guess it is only bike riders when they are out driving cars will stop and ask if you need help.

But when I dropped my bike just before getting on the Newton Onramp....
Oil and grease on the road and drizzling.... all the cars stopped and everyone ran over to get the bike off me... well I was trapped underneath it.. so thanks to those people as well.

[Marmoot]

Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings. :mad:

/rant


So...uh....how many times you have stopped to help cagers?

(or are we similar to them in mentality but only with different vehicles?) :whistle:

[vifferman]

I'm not sure it's just car drivers, or people in general that don't help out. It may be that in the cases mentioned it was awkward to stop, or the ones who didn't stop didn't have time to? :spudwhat:

I've had to push my bikes a few times (because I was too lazy/stupid to fill up with petrol when I knew it was low). One time, a guy helped me push it the last 25 metres or so (uphill, and I was nearly had it). Turned out he was an ex-TL1000 rider, and he said, "Mate - I know how heavy a bike is to push!".

The times I've gone down on the road, I've had people driving cars stop to help. Last time, I had quite a wee group of people, including a doctor and a nurse! And some guy who lived nearby rang me to ask what I wanted to do with my bike, and parked it up at his place. There are good non-biking folx out there.

[Marmoot]

I've had people driving cars stop to help.

same here....a couple in a volvo (yeah...volvo...) lend me their cellphone to call for help when my bike ran out of petrol. But there were a couple of bikes whiz past when I was trying to push it uphill on Cook St.

[justsomeguy]

I had two people (one with a fire extinguisher) stop to help me when my cage caught on fire.

Thanks to that guy only the engine burnt as opposed to the whole car.

It's not cagers but some people who are bad......

Most of us here drive cages too - don't you??

[Ixion]

..

One of the most important rules to biking for me is to always stop and help fellow bikers. We get enough crap and disrespect from everyone else out there without doing it to ourselfs. Good on ya for helpin out mate and when I'm allowed to again expect some green.
..

YES. Tis the unwritten rule and the unholy gospel. You ALWAYS stop to help a biker in trouble. No matter what.

Fail in this, the ultimate commandment, and the biker gods will always take note. Your front wheel will fall off in the middle of a tight corner with sheer drops on each side and a 20 ton lorry up your [ass/arse delete whichever don't rock your boat]. And your crankshaft and camshaft will exchange places and all your pistons will be ejected out through the exhaust pipe.

Tis just what you do if you're a real biker.

[TonyB]

Don't worry- it's not just us they won't help:
My wifes car broke down at an intersection. She started pushing it, instead of helping her push the bloke behind just kept beeping his horn.

A middle aged ladies car broke down on a main Chch road. She was struggling to push it by herself. I stopped ran back about 100m to help. Still no one had stopped, people were beeping at her and waving their fists etc.

A truck lost a load of uPVC pipes on main north road- went across both lanes. I was right behind him so I stopped and helped him get them off the road. All the twats in their cars just sat there and waited.

But then I've also had examples where people will stop and help if you're in the middle of nowhere- thanks to the diesel mechanic who stopped to fix the carby in our old Datsun Sunny between Hanmer and Springs on new years eve many moons ago...

[MSTRS]

I will stop if able & obviously needed. Don't matter what kind of vehicle I'm in/on at the time. Lots won't for fear of the bash (rare, but happens)

[James Deuce]

It's not the fact that they are car drivers that stops them from helping, as Tony has already observed.

Stop wasting energy on negative feelings and enjoy the positive feedback you are getting from helping someone out.

[Fart]

When did all this happen? Feint and I were at Mt Eden Cycles today, but didnt see you. We were there around 2pm. We would have stopped to help out if we saw you. Good to see taht someone did stop to help. Good on ya mate. :niceone:

[Wolf]

When did all this happen? Feint and I were at Mt Eden Cycles today, but didnt see you. We were there around 2pm. We would have stopped to help out if we saw you. Good to see taht someone did stop to help. Good on ya mate. :niceone:
If you'd've seen him from Mt Eden Cycles I'd have given you serious green blingy things - I couldn't see him and I'm in the same town as him, much less be able to see him from Auckland...

[Ixion]

If you'd've seen him from Mt Eden Cycles I'd have given you serious green blingy things - I couldn't see him and I'm in the same town as him, much less be able to see him from Auckland...

Twas Ms Crashe that was trying to get to Mt Eden. Long ago. Twas Mr Liastz that was trying to get somewhere taht was not Mt Eden, today. In hamilton thingy place thing.

[Lias]

So...uh....how many times you have stopped to help cagers?
Yes I do stop and help cagers too, and yes there are good cagers out there, but I think the vast majority of people in cars have "issues" with bikers and wont stop to help them, and that pisses me off.

It reminds me a bit of the whole "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

[Sutage]

As someone else said, if you saw a cage pulled over would you on a bike pulll over and help? I dont think so, I doubt i would, but if i saw a bike id help, people stick to their own groups, safety in numbers etc :D

[James Deuce]

It reminds me a bit of the whole "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

Bollocks - "Cool" people are the most judgemental you can find.

[Sutage]

I have a tattoo and i judge all you pussies! :D:D:D:D Nah, i dont judge i couldnt give a shit but yea thats a good quote man i like that :niceone:

[NC]

It's better when your pushing your bike on the motorway in Auckland and 3 cop cars go past...

They don't give a shit :(

[Marmoot]

"The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

Judging people that they are judgemental makes one a judgemental person as well.
If I may borrow Zed's book, I'd say "let the one without sin cast the first stone".

As jim2 has said, "It's not the fact that they are car drivers that stops them from helping"

Humans are humans, no matter what. Bad cagers, good cagers, good bikers, bad bikers.

[Virago]

........Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings...
Ah, another well balanced biker - he's got a chip on both shoulders.

I've clocked up many thousand of K's on bikes, but well over half a million K's in cages. It's a shame I have to spent most of my road time as the object of hate and intolerance.

[crashe]

Fart - I was talking bout what happened to me last year I think it was.

Helping bikers - I have stopped when I see a biker with his bike not going... to see if they need any help. So far they have all said its ok... as they are waiting on someone to pick them up. One dude was on the nor-western motorway.

[DingDong]

Steams me up that all these cars passed him and wouldnt stop and help because he was on a bike. Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings. :mad:

/rant

Thats a harsh statement man... people have places to go and appointments to keep and they just cant be F^ked stopping for the helpless dumb-arse whos broken down. :weird:
Bikers stop for bikers because we know what it's like, if you cant fix it... the AA mans got no show and your stuffed... :oi-grr: you got to push cause it dont lock.

I only stop for bikers and I dont care if no one stops for me... I'm a big boy now :yes: and can look after myself.

[SuperDave]

Steams me up that all these cars passed him and wouldnt stop and help because he was on a bike. We all know that if he'd been some hot young blondie trying to push a cage they'd have been stopping left right and center.

/rant

I bet if it was some hot young blondie pushing her bike they would have stopped. :yes:

[Oscar]

I have never understood this term "cagers".
Not content that non-motorcyclists marginalise us, we gotta marginalise ourselves by creating a mythical enemy?
Whats that all about?

Is there anyone here who doesn't drive a car?
I drive a car every day, does that make me the enemy?
I haven't noticed that I become any grumpier or aggressive than usual when driving. Fact is: dickheads are dickheads and I've probably meet as many on two wheels as four.

My motorcycles are my sport, or my hobby, not my feckin' lifestyle. If you need a motorcycle to define who you are, that's very sad...

[Wolf]

A little story on judging:

My father's mother ("Nana" - mum's mum was "Grandma") was going on at my brother about all the "hairies" he had as mates and how they were filth. For the sake of a balanced perspective, both my brother and I had hair down to the bottom of our shoulder blades, usually tied into a pony tail, shaving was sporadic - goatee beards and moustaches, usually surrounded by stubble. My brother was also reasonably extensively tattooed - the term "hairy" could have been applied to us as well.

Mum said "But it's the hairies who help you out. If you're stranded on the side of the road, it's not the guy in a suit driving a flash Merc that stops to help out, it's usually a scruffy-looking hairy in a beat-up old dunger."

Nana went on a rant about always having had good cars in good condition (must have been magical never-run-out-of-petrol cars, too) and never had to rely on hairies to help out. Finished with "I'd never get myself into a position where I had to accept help from a hairy."

Later that day she complained that dad wouldn't drive to Morrinsville to pick up her prescription (Nana was living with dad outside Hamilton but her doctor was in Morrinsville).

Dad refused - too busy, not enough petrol etc, etc. Mum said, "Don't worry, I'll get it sorted for you."

We went home and mum got me to call a friend of mine in Morrinsville - long hair, scruffy clothes, unshaven... you know the sort - and organise with him to pick up the prescription.

He brought it out the next day and we went out to dad's place to deliver it. Dad was waiting at the door, grinning with malice (was pissed with Nana's harping) and we wandered up to Nana's room.

Leslie knocked politely on the door and said "I've brought your prescription", Nana invited him in and he took her drugs in to her. Spoke courteously and politely to her and handed over her prescription.

Of course, Nana was honour-bound to thank him nicely but all of us - Leslie, dad and I - could see she was damn-near choking on her words. It was beautiful.

It was a moment as wonderful as the day she got outclassed by someone she classified as a "filthy nigger" - but that's another story.

[Fart]

Fart - I was talking bout what happened to me last year I think it was.



My speed reading is letting me down. Either that or I need glasses ! :no: :whistle:

[Beemer]

Maybe all the 'cagers' (dang, I'm one of those too!) had a previous experience like mine - saw a young guy come off going around a roundabout in Lower Hutt. Low speed, so I didn't think he'd be seriously hurt, but I pulled over anyway and asked if he was okay. Well, his mouth was! "I don't need your fucking help, just fuck off and leave me alone" - sure, he was probably highly embarrassed, but it's not like I ran up laughing and said "you stupid twat, are you okay?" I just walked up and said "are you all right, is your bike okay?"

Also, being a female, I'd probably be cautious of stopping to help some guy on his own in an isolated spot whether he was in a car or on a bike. If there are two of us, we always stop and see if there is anything we can do, and we've often had people stop to see if we need any help too. (Usually just stopping to readjust the earplugs!) I did have one guy stop and see if he could help when I used to work in Wellington. I finished work about 9.30pm and the RG was always a bit cold to get going so I used to wheel it out from the bike park onto the flat to get it started rather than pull out and stall it! This guy thought it wouldn't start when he saw me pushing it, so good on him for stopping to help a motorcyclist (helmet on, so no idea of gender) late at night in the city!

Considering how many of us ride bikes and drive cars, are all cagers shitheads? I doubt it, and I think those who have bikes are even more aware of bikers as a consequence. Just because others didn't stop to help, don't condemn them - most would think "bike, I know nothing about them" and wouldn't stop. Same with cars "don't know how to fix them, better keep going". I remember my Dad stopping once when he saw this pregnant woman on the side of the road beside a car with its bonnet up. When he stopped, two guys with back packs came running out of the bushes - it wasn't even their car, they just thought they'd stand a better chance of a lift if the pregnant woman stood by it! Suffice to say, with a family in the car, they were out of luck space-wise!

[Marmoot]

My speed reading is letting me down. Either that or I need glasses ! :no: :whistle:

Just admit it....you're getting old :rofl:

[Fart]

Just admit it....you're getting old :rofl:

I dont have to admit it, I know I am getting old when my girlfriend 10 years younger than me demanding sex and me saying, not your birthday again is it? :rofl: :whistle:

[Wolf]

I have never understood this term "cagers".
Not content that non-motorcyclists marginalise us, we gotta marginalise ourselves by creating a mythical enemy?
Whats that all about?
I'd say someone doing their level best to shove you off the road or looking straight at you as they deliberately pull away against a red light straight across your bows as not a mythical enemy.

Sure I drive a car as required (with two kids, it's required a lot) but I keep a look out for bikes as I know what it's like out there - unlike most car drivers, including a number with defensive driving stickers on the rear window (must've come with the car).

Sure I know dickheads on bikes - including a friend of mine that is likely to wind up dead because he rides like there is no one else on the road. That species of idiot I call "Temporary New Zealander."

I know not everyone driving a car is a "cager", I know a lot of bikers also drive cars, vans and trucks, but when I encounter some jerk-off driving a car carelessly, recklessly or (occasionally) offensively (as in "Offensive Weapon"), then that person is a cager.

When I encounter a person driving like an idiot on a bike that person is a Temporary New Zealander and I don't expect them to cause problems for long.

The Mongrel Mob member who tried to ram me was a cager, the arsehole driving the car full of his mates that deliberately pulled out in front of me against a red light (they had already stopped for the light, saw me coming and then decided that they would disobey the light, gave me "whatcha gonna do about it, arsehole" looks) was a cager - and there have been many others I've encountered or heard about - like that silly bitch who thought that bikes have to give way to cars - classic "cager" that one.

In short: a "cager" is anyone who thinks that they have more right to be on the road because they are in a car - and that seems to be most people driving a car.

I prefer bikes over cars - always have, always will. To me a car is a "coffin on wheels", a trap. I get enjoyment out of riding bikes that I cannot match driving a car - and I do enjoy going for a drive with my family. Enjoyable though that family drive is, it never matches riding a bike. I look forward to the time when Juliet is licenced to ride a bike and the kids are big enough to reach the pegs - then there are going to be some serious family trips.

If that makes me a "biker", so be it - but it's not my sole "identification". I am "me", and one of the many things about me is that I love bikes more than cars.

I will help anyone on the road if I can, especially those on bikes because I know how terriying the thought of leaving the bike parked up, unprotected, on the side of the road is.

I feel constantly "antsy" at the moment because I have no running bike and I haven't been for a ride in such a long time. Guess that makes me a "biker", if nothing else.

[TonyB]

"I don't need your fucking help, just fuck off and leave me alone" - sure, he was probably highly embarrassed, but it's not like I ran up laughing and said "you stupid twat, are you okay?" I just walked up and said "are you all right, is your bike okay?"
Have to admit I've been in his position- my first fall happened shortly after I'd passed two little old ladies. I was standing in the middle of the road swearing like a trooper when this kindly wee voice said
"are you OK?"
"I fell off in some fucking oil and my fucking bikes fucked!" I yelled (not at her- adrenaline and general grumpiness was at fault)
"Are you sure? It doesn't look to bad to me"
I stomped over to the bike and swore some more, then turned around to see the little old ladies picking up broken bits off the road:Oops: That shamed me into calming down....

Then there was the time I fell off on a new (to me) bike in some ice. A lady pulled up in her car and asked if I was OK- got a similar response to the above. Drove off in a hell of a rush:Oops:

[Eurygnomes]

I was chatting to my father the other day who said that it'd be "nice to have me join the rather large, loose family that is all 'bikers'" (other than Harley's may have been muttered under his breath!!! *grin*) which I thought was really sweet. And he mentioned that the one thing I MUST do is stop whenever I see a biker on the side of the road - either down or just generally looking annoyed at their bike - whether I'm on bike or in my car. If nothing else, some company and possibly some shelter to wait in while the tow/AA gets there would be appreciated.

So I hereby do solemnly promise that provided stopping poses no risk to my safety or health (i.e. sorry folks, but if it's a dark uninhabited road, I'll stop and throw my cellphone out of the car, but probably not let you in till I've called someone through with your name and license details at least) then I will stop for all down bikers. And I have spare fuel too. :)

Oh - and does the same thing happen with bikes as with tattoos then? As soon as I walked out of the tattooists for my first one - I a) started noticing who else had them, b) felt part of a group (hello abandonment issues anyone?) and c) WANTED ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!! :grouphug:

[Oscar]

I'd say someone doing their level best to shove you off the road or looking straight at you as they deliberately pull away against a red light straight across your bows as not a mythical enemy.

Sure I drive a car as required (with two kids, it's required a lot) but I keep a look out for bikes as I know what it's like out there - unlike most car drivers, including a number with defensive driving stickers on the rear window (must've come with the car).

Sure I know dickheads on bikes - including a friend of mine that is likely to wind up dead because he rides like there is no one else on the road. That species of idiot I call "Temporary New Zealander."

I know not everyone driving a car is a "cager", I know a lot of bikers also drive cars, vans and trucks, but when I encounter some jerk-off driving a car carelessly, recklessly or (occasionally) offensively (as in "Offensive Weapon"), then that person is a cager.

When I encounter a person driving like an idiot on a bike that person is a Temporary New Zealander and I don't expect them to cause problems for long.

The Mongrel Mob member who tried to ram me was a cager, the arsehole driving the car full of his mates that deliberately pulled out in front of me against a red light (they had already stopped for the light, saw me coming and then decided that they would disobey the light, gave me "whatcha gonna do about it, arsehole" looks) was a cager - and there have been many others I've encountered or heard about - like that silly bitch who thought that bikes have to give way to cars - classic "cager" that one.

In short: a "cager" is anyone who thinks that they have more right to be on the road because they are in a car - and that seems to be most people driving a car.

I prefer bikes over cars - always have, always will. To me a car is a "coffin on wheels", a trap. I get enjoyment out of riding bikes that I cannot match driving a car - and I do enjoy going for a drive with my family. Enjoyable though that family drive is, it never matches riding a bike. I look forward to the time when Juliet is licenced to ride a bike and the kids are big enough to reach the pegs - then there are going to be some serious family trips.

If that makes me a "biker", so be it - but it's not my sole "identification". I am "me", and one of the many things about me is that I love bikes more than cars.

I will help anyone on the road if I can, especially those on bikes because I know how terriying the thought of leaving the bike parked up, unprotected, on the side of the road is.

I feel constantly "antsy" at the moment because I have no running bike and I haven't been for a ride in such a long time. Guess that makes me a "biker", if nothing else.

I can't disagree with that "antsy" feeling - I drive defensively and ride super-defensively. Dickheads are dickheads whatever they're driving/riding - I've had the misfortune to be passing the pub when the Outcasts were leaving...
Anyone who fails to give way to a motorcycle is just as likely to not see a bicycle, or a little old lady crossing. The mythology I was talking about is the "cager", that group of people that we create to explain the dickheads. This epithet is almost as stupid as the people who see my Austrian Dirt Bike and call me a "bikie".

I guess my point is that labelling people is pointless. All we can do is try to make a positive difference - waving to car drivers who pull over, that sort of thing.

[Marmoot]

I guess my point is that labelling people is pointless. All we can do is try to make a positive difference - waving to car drivers who pull over, that sort of thing.

You get my vote for "The Post of the Thread"
:niceone:
Well done summary

[Wolf]

I can't disagree with that "antsy" feeling - I drive defensively and ride super-defensively. Dickheads are dickheads whatever they're driving/riding - I've had the misfortune to be passing the pub when the Outcasts were leaving...
Anyone who fails to give way to a motorcycle is just as likely to not see a bicycle, or a little old lady crossing. The mythology I was talking about is the "cager", that group of people that we create to explain the dickheads. This epithet is almost as stupid as the people who see my Austrian Dirt Bike and call me a "bikie".

I guess my point is that labelling people is pointless. All we can do is try to make a positive difference - waving to car drivers who pull over, that sort of thing.
I agree, but I do find that "cager" is a handy epithet when having a good mutter under your breatrh (or yell, whatever flips your switch) as in "Fucking stupid dickheaded cager" - gives you a longer, more satisfying rant. Likewise "stupid bloody dickheaded temporary New Zealander!"

I wave to anyone who behaves courteously - irrespective of who is driving/riding what, stop to help anyone I can - even if I don't figure i can help, I at least offer to call assistance or ride up the road and get help.

[Wolf]

Then there was the time I fell off on a new (to me) bike in some ice. A lady pulled up in her car and asked if I was OK- got a similar response to the above. Drove off in a hell of a rush:Oops:
When I arse-ended the car on the way to work on my old RX125, bent the front of the bike, ripped open my thighs on the tank badges, nutted myself on the instrument console, discovered one shoe lying in the middle of the road (must've jumped clean out of it with the impact) and a voice says "Are you all right?" Turned around to see one of the young girls from work who had stopped behind me. So overwhelmed by all of what happened I just stared, disbelieving, at her and yelled FUUUCK!

She freaked out, bolted to her car and took off.

Poor chick - she had the look of one who didn't hear that word often, much less use it. Felt rather stink about it.

Riding the TS125 like a mad thing along Rukuhia Road towards the lights. They changed and I hit the rear brake (in my terrified of the front brake days), back broke away and tried to beat the front to the lights. I crossed up the front wheel and slid down the road , gradually slowing, came to a stop just short of the lights. I was so shocked that I hadn't fallen off, I forgot to put my foot down once I'd stopped and the bike toppled. A woman in a car in the neighbouring lane wound her window down and asked if I was all right

"Yeah, only a dented ego," I replied.

At least she thought to ask.