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Is it just me, or have the roads filled with idiots since the clocks went forward???
I've lost count of the number of very close passes I've had in the past six weeks. There's been more of those than in the whole of the winter. Then there was the munchkin who, after not troubling to complete his, shall we say, rather too intimate overtake, then decided he wanted to be closer to the kerb. When I was about level with the doors. He wasn't even going that fast: had I not been on the way back from a 70 mile club run he would have been woken up from his coma by me hammering on his offside window enquiring as to where he had put his glasses. As it was, I had to content myself with a "OI!!!!" which I'm sure you must have heard (needless to say, he didn't) and a comment stating my belief that he indulges in solo sex. Which makes that the third time since the clocks went forward. In the last two years, I've felt the need to make that observation... errr, three times. Sigh.
And what's brought this on? Well. It wasn't a close pass, though, yes, that did feature on tonight's ride home. No. It would be the oiks who threw the glass bottle - I'm not quite sure whether it was aimed at me or at the tyres. They missed. But they were left in no doubt as to just how verminous I thought them. I actually saw the brake lights come on and they swerved into the bus lane I was using. They thought about it. They definitely thought about it. And then sped off. Amazing just how quickly the bravado evaporates, isn't it? (Though I never thought I looked that scary!)
I didn't get the registration. But I will be fitting that video camera. And, possibly, getting a spikier bike...
I've lost count of the number of very close passes I've had in the past six weeks. There's been more of those than in the whole of the winter. Then there was the munchkin who, after not troubling to complete his, shall we say, rather too intimate overtake, then decided he wanted to be closer to the kerb. When I was about level with the doors. He wasn't even going that fast: had I not been on the way back from a 70 mile club run he would have been woken up from his coma by me hammering on his offside window enquiring as to where he had put his glasses. As it was, I had to content myself with a "OI!!!!" which I'm sure you must have heard (needless to say, he didn't) and a comment stating my belief that he indulges in solo sex. Which makes that the third time since the clocks went forward. In the last two years, I've felt the need to make that observation... errr, three times. Sigh.
And what's brought this on? Well. It wasn't a close pass, though, yes, that did feature on tonight's ride home. No. It would be the oiks who threw the glass bottle - I'm not quite sure whether it was aimed at me or at the tyres. They missed. But they were left in no doubt as to just how verminous I thought them. I actually saw the brake lights come on and they swerved into the bus lane I was using. They thought about it. They definitely thought about it. And then sped off. Amazing just how quickly the bravado evaporates, isn't it? (Though I never thought I looked that scary!)
I didn't get the registration. But I will be fitting that video camera. And, possibly, getting a spikier bike...