Boris Bajic
Guest
I wonder whether the marque and model of the 'opposing' car sets our response to a degree.
I live in a small market town whose roads are narrow and whose houses seem all to attract multi-car-owning occupiers. This leads to a lot of beckoning, headlamp flashing and waiting as we negotiate the streets, even when on a bicycle.
Most people are decent about it, but once a week or so you just get a git who's had a bad day and needs to take it out on someone. Our narrow, car-lined roads offer the perfect opportunity. Best to let it wash over and give them the cheap win. They will still be cross when they get home and you will be smug.
I find myself much more forgiving of an old dear in a Micra than I do of a lardy, head-shaved Bravo Two-Zero wannabe in a Mitsubishi Evo. The effect in terms of traffic flow is the same, but my response differs. I'm not sure why this is.
Most of the time I drive a GM econobox shitpoke hatchback. Nobody lets me out at junctions and it's always 50/50 at these pinch points. Occasionally I drive a beautiful 1960s roadster of my wife's. I never wait at junctions and am ALWAYS flashed through at pinch points. ALWAYS. It's like a magic carpet. Everybody smiles and nobody is aggressive. The make and model of car seems important.
So there may be an extent to which it jars even more that the malefactor in this scenario was in an X5... no taste AND no manners!
In answer to the question: When I ived in london I'd have been confrontational and unpleasant (my natural state most of the time). Now that I've been in the country for nearly two decades, I would smile and reverse and think some sardonic and unpleasant thought about the Beeyemdubblyouist involving a broomstick and their back passage. They would stay self-important and cross and I would stay happy.
I live in a small market town whose roads are narrow and whose houses seem all to attract multi-car-owning occupiers. This leads to a lot of beckoning, headlamp flashing and waiting as we negotiate the streets, even when on a bicycle.
Most people are decent about it, but once a week or so you just get a git who's had a bad day and needs to take it out on someone. Our narrow, car-lined roads offer the perfect opportunity. Best to let it wash over and give them the cheap win. They will still be cross when they get home and you will be smug.
I find myself much more forgiving of an old dear in a Micra than I do of a lardy, head-shaved Bravo Two-Zero wannabe in a Mitsubishi Evo. The effect in terms of traffic flow is the same, but my response differs. I'm not sure why this is.
Most of the time I drive a GM econobox shitpoke hatchback. Nobody lets me out at junctions and it's always 50/50 at these pinch points. Occasionally I drive a beautiful 1960s roadster of my wife's. I never wait at junctions and am ALWAYS flashed through at pinch points. ALWAYS. It's like a magic carpet. Everybody smiles and nobody is aggressive. The make and model of car seems important.
So there may be an extent to which it jars even more that the malefactor in this scenario was in an X5... no taste AND no manners!
In answer to the question: When I ived in london I'd have been confrontational and unpleasant (my natural state most of the time). Now that I've been in the country for nearly two decades, I would smile and reverse and think some sardonic and unpleasant thought about the Beeyemdubblyouist involving a broomstick and their back passage. They would stay self-important and cross and I would stay happy.