Cue Banjo music ....
Now, the HGV driver didn't exactly make me get down on all fours and squeel like a pig, but I suspect he was from the same Hick-Bille psycho family line as the back-woods nutters in the film.
My crime ... well, nothing really.
I'm approaching a two lane round-about [round-a-bout?] and Mr. Truck Driver tries to overtake me before we get the the give way point. He realises, all too late, that he won't make it without cutting me up so he anchors on and pulls back in behind me. He follows me round, revving as he goes, then overtakes me as soon as he can and with very little room between us.
I assume he's pissed off because he misjudged my speed at the round-about, but I let it go and mark it down to experience. Let's face it, there's usually one or two pillocks who come a bit close on your average commute.
1000 yards further on there's another round-about and Mr. HGV gets stuck in a line of traffic waiting to go across. I sail up the inside, and carry on. 500 yards past the round-about Mr. HGV passes me again ... very close ... again!
I'm a bit miffed by now as that's two swipes he's had at me, but console myself with the fact that he'll now rumble off into the distance. WRONG!
1000 yards further on he pulls-in to a bus stop. I get a little worried by this, but as I pass I notice he's turned away from me talking on his phone, and apparently busy with whatever his call is about. Phew! WRONG!
As soon as I pass he revs the buggery out of his truck and sets off again. I'm very tempted to pull-off to the kerb, but don't want to let him bully me - especially since I'd done nothing to deserve his attention.
Once again he passes me with a minimum of room, but thankfully this time he fades into the distance and I have no further encounters with him.
I know what you're going to say, and no I didn't ... I was too bemused/angry/scared and quite simply forgot to take any mental notes of livery or registration marks.
I generally have good experiences with HGV drivers; most often they give me the most room, and can be the most patient, but daft-lad this morning took the biscuit.
Let's hope he's calmed down by the time he next passes me! ....
Now, the HGV driver didn't exactly make me get down on all fours and squeel like a pig, but I suspect he was from the same Hick-Bille psycho family line as the back-woods nutters in the film.
My crime ... well, nothing really.
I'm approaching a two lane round-about [round-a-bout?] and Mr. Truck Driver tries to overtake me before we get the the give way point. He realises, all too late, that he won't make it without cutting me up so he anchors on and pulls back in behind me. He follows me round, revving as he goes, then overtakes me as soon as he can and with very little room between us.
I assume he's pissed off because he misjudged my speed at the round-about, but I let it go and mark it down to experience. Let's face it, there's usually one or two pillocks who come a bit close on your average commute.
1000 yards further on there's another round-about and Mr. HGV gets stuck in a line of traffic waiting to go across. I sail up the inside, and carry on. 500 yards past the round-about Mr. HGV passes me again ... very close ... again!
I'm a bit miffed by now as that's two swipes he's had at me, but console myself with the fact that he'll now rumble off into the distance. WRONG!
1000 yards further on he pulls-in to a bus stop. I get a little worried by this, but as I pass I notice he's turned away from me talking on his phone, and apparently busy with whatever his call is about. Phew! WRONG!
As soon as I pass he revs the buggery out of his truck and sets off again. I'm very tempted to pull-off to the kerb, but don't want to let him bully me - especially since I'd done nothing to deserve his attention.
Once again he passes me with a minimum of room, but thankfully this time he fades into the distance and I have no further encounters with him.
I know what you're going to say, and no I didn't ... I was too bemused/angry/scared and quite simply forgot to take any mental notes of livery or registration marks.
I generally have good experiences with HGV drivers; most often they give me the most room, and can be the most patient, but daft-lad this morning took the biscuit.
Let's hope he's calmed down by the time he next passes me! ....
