joebingo
Über Member
- Location
- London, England
I managed not to be today, but I've never come so close to really really losing my temper and composure as about 45 minutes ago.
White Ford Transit Connect (HG56 *** ~ only got the first 4 digits
) 28-35 yr old short skinny white male. Wearing the usual dark blue tracky bottoms and t-shirt/hoody up top. Looked like your typical chav who's spent too much of their life eating shoot and smoking and drinking too much most nights of the week.
Textbook 3 inch overtake at speed followed by an instant slowing down so as to not hit the tail end of the queue at the red light. Quickly followed by the Driver opening his door into my path as I was re-overtaking him. He then proceeded to tell me that riding in the middle of the road would get me killed. I retorted that actually, riding in the middle of my lane generally has kept me alive and that it was actually bad drivers like himself that would kill me.
After our short talk, which ended on a lovely note of him telling me to go and "F**k my mother", I started riding to the front of the queue. As I was just going past, he decided to open the door into my side. Clocking my elbow and drawing blood from my ankle with the inside edge (y'know, the bare painted steel corner bit of a car door). While I didn't aggresively approach the driver (he'd already purposefully tried to knock me off my bike twice at this point), I've never come so close to the 'seeing red' moment in my life. 45 minutes later I'm still shaking with anger and wanting to embed my D lock repeatedly into his panel work, and indeed his stupid face.
Some people.
White Ford Transit Connect (HG56 *** ~ only got the first 4 digits
) 28-35 yr old short skinny white male. Wearing the usual dark blue tracky bottoms and t-shirt/hoody up top. Looked like your typical chav who's spent too much of their life eating shoot and smoking and drinking too much most nights of the week.Textbook 3 inch overtake at speed followed by an instant slowing down so as to not hit the tail end of the queue at the red light. Quickly followed by the Driver opening his door into my path as I was re-overtaking him. He then proceeded to tell me that riding in the middle of the road would get me killed. I retorted that actually, riding in the middle of my lane generally has kept me alive and that it was actually bad drivers like himself that would kill me.
After our short talk, which ended on a lovely note of him telling me to go and "F**k my mother", I started riding to the front of the queue. As I was just going past, he decided to open the door into my side. Clocking my elbow and drawing blood from my ankle with the inside edge (y'know, the bare painted steel corner bit of a car door). While I didn't aggresively approach the driver (he'd already purposefully tried to knock me off my bike twice at this point), I've never come so close to the 'seeing red' moment in my life. 45 minutes later I'm still shaking with anger and wanting to embed my D lock repeatedly into his panel work, and indeed his stupid face.
Some people.
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) 28-35 yr old short skinny white male. Wearing the usual dark blue tracky bottoms and t-shirt/hoody up top. Looked like your typical chav who's spent too much of their life eating shoot and smoking and drinking too much most nights of the week.