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First truly serious incident for ages this morning. Sod's Law meant that I didn't have my helmet camera on otherwise I'd have some interesting footage to post. (Wretched DogCam. Immediate upgrade to a Contour on the cards...).
This happened on the Stratford Road heading into Birmingham close to the Shaftmoor Rd junction (or the College Arms for those who navigate by pubs). To cut to the chase, this involves me riding in primary away from an ASL in preparation for a lane change. Mondeo saloon accelerates through the gap (me to car in right hand lane) as close as you can pass without actually hitting me. I screamed and gesticulated at him which promted him to brake test me (the 2 incidents are only a couple of seconds apart). I didn't hit him but it was an awkward halt and I managed to fall off into a standing position rather than onto the ground (if that makes sense?). He then drove off the 100 yards or so to the back of the queue at the next lights - on the road into town. He wasn't even turning left off the main road. He just wanted to jump ahead of a few cars in the lane he should have been in (and failed on account of the brake test).
That's where I caught up with him. The passenger window was already down so he knew what was coming. The "conversation" is a bit of a blur. We were yelling at each other at the same time for most of it. My crime was being in the middle of the road. Apparently he had to go that close to me to avoid hitting the car coming the other way (which doesn't make sense - the cars in the next lane were going in the same direction). I remember suggesting that if I drove like that around his wife or kids he'd probably smash my face in. Then someone hooted at us and he burned rubber away from the scene.
I still had about 4 miles into the office and calmed down on the ride but when I got to my desk (with 30 minutes til a client meeting and stuff to do in the meantime) and someone asked how I was I could barely talk about it and was physically shaking.
I have envisaged conversations of this nature with drivers before. In these imagined conversations I have been calm yet forcefully educating the culprit in the ways of the Highway Code etc. In situ, I completely lost it. Frothing-at-the-mouth, effing-and-blinding lost it. I didn't even get his reg number or talk to any witnesses. I don't blame myself for losing it but I seriously wish I'd managed to hold it together a bit better.
OK - it's off my chest now. And relax . . .
This happened on the Stratford Road heading into Birmingham close to the Shaftmoor Rd junction (or the College Arms for those who navigate by pubs). To cut to the chase, this involves me riding in primary away from an ASL in preparation for a lane change. Mondeo saloon accelerates through the gap (me to car in right hand lane) as close as you can pass without actually hitting me. I screamed and gesticulated at him which promted him to brake test me (the 2 incidents are only a couple of seconds apart). I didn't hit him but it was an awkward halt and I managed to fall off into a standing position rather than onto the ground (if that makes sense?). He then drove off the 100 yards or so to the back of the queue at the next lights - on the road into town. He wasn't even turning left off the main road. He just wanted to jump ahead of a few cars in the lane he should have been in (and failed on account of the brake test).
That's where I caught up with him. The passenger window was already down so he knew what was coming. The "conversation" is a bit of a blur. We were yelling at each other at the same time for most of it. My crime was being in the middle of the road. Apparently he had to go that close to me to avoid hitting the car coming the other way (which doesn't make sense - the cars in the next lane were going in the same direction). I remember suggesting that if I drove like that around his wife or kids he'd probably smash my face in. Then someone hooted at us and he burned rubber away from the scene.
I still had about 4 miles into the office and calmed down on the ride but when I got to my desk (with 30 minutes til a client meeting and stuff to do in the meantime) and someone asked how I was I could barely talk about it and was physically shaking.
I have envisaged conversations of this nature with drivers before. In these imagined conversations I have been calm yet forcefully educating the culprit in the ways of the Highway Code etc. In situ, I completely lost it. Frothing-at-the-mouth, effing-and-blinding lost it. I didn't even get his reg number or talk to any witnesses. I don't blame myself for losing it but I seriously wish I'd managed to hold it together a bit better.
OK - it's off my chest now. And relax . . .