Crankarm
Guru
- Location
- Nr Cambridge
Set off at 8.15am this morning overcast and grey for the club ride 12 miles away. Barely had I travelled 500m from my door and out onto the main road, well rural B-road out of town, hicupping on breakfast, when red car chav Jap nightrider type car pulls alongside and this nuckledragger starts shouting lots of abuse at me along the lines of "Effing cyclists shouldn't be on the road!!!!" It's 08:15am on a sunday morning FFS. He looks about 22 years old, white, podgy, skin head blond, earing. Looks a bit like Freddy Flintoff, but of course it wasn't him, I hope.
I think what the hell is this all about? Is this idiot for real? I'm cycling along minding my own business. I've barely been on the road for 1 minute on a quiet sunday morning. WTF have I done?
So I give him a long stare, a curled lip and tell him "Fcuk off!" He drives off up the road. I saw him pull into a drive way about 300m futher on, get out, and stand in road behind his car clearly ready to stop me. Anyway I stood on the pedals and accelerated as hard as I could. As I reach him he is shouting "You think your effing hard now! I'll show you what hard is you twot!" (Although he used the c word instead of twot). I thought no I will show you dumb ******. His clenched knuckles were dragging on the tarmac. I sprinted toward him at about 25mph, roaring at him and shouting a few choice words as I passed him. Had he not jumped out the way he would have been run down. I did think of kicking the wing mirror off his car as well as I went by but was in a hurry to get to the start of the club ride so didn't want even more aggro. Anyway I'm well up the road before he can get in his car to follow me. Not sure where he went but he didn't follow me. Maybe he had thought better of harrassing cyclists on a quiet sunday morning and turned around, or nipped into the petrol station I had just passed or realised what a twat he was and committed hari kari.
Anyway it was a rude awakening this sunday morning. Had a good 70 mile ride though.
I think what the hell is this all about? Is this idiot for real? I'm cycling along minding my own business. I've barely been on the road for 1 minute on a quiet sunday morning. WTF have I done?
So I give him a long stare, a curled lip and tell him "Fcuk off!" He drives off up the road. I saw him pull into a drive way about 300m futher on, get out, and stand in road behind his car clearly ready to stop me. Anyway I stood on the pedals and accelerated as hard as I could. As I reach him he is shouting "You think your effing hard now! I'll show you what hard is you twot!" (Although he used the c word instead of twot). I thought no I will show you dumb ******. His clenched knuckles were dragging on the tarmac. I sprinted toward him at about 25mph, roaring at him and shouting a few choice words as I passed him. Had he not jumped out the way he would have been run down. I did think of kicking the wing mirror off his car as well as I went by but was in a hurry to get to the start of the club ride so didn't want even more aggro. Anyway I'm well up the road before he can get in his car to follow me. Not sure where he went but he didn't follow me. Maybe he had thought better of harrassing cyclists on a quiet sunday morning and turned around, or nipped into the petrol station I had just passed or realised what a twat he was and committed hari kari.
Anyway it was a rude awakening this sunday morning. Had a good 70 mile ride though.