Sheffield_Tiger
Legendary Member
I'm wondering what the hell just happened - then I realised tonight's was the first dusk/twilight journey - was just that noticably bit darker leaving work tonight
In the space of a 3.5 mile commute, the first 3/4 mile was normal - bit of heavier traffic but nothing untoward
Then suddenly approaching a pinch point there's a blue car accelerates to appear alongside me - I'm in a strong position, and he's giving me plenty of room, only thing is he's headed straight for the island and sure enough notices metal railing and decides squidgy cyclists make a better target
2 junctions on, get through the junction to a tight S-bend, taxi roars alongside then squeezes me into the side on the bend as he stops for the car in front waiting at the crossing, as we move off he's then deliberately moving in towards me in response to my gestures to get off my right leg - he goes past then, at a side road indicates at the last second, brakes hard and turns nearly left hooking me, I manage to *just* jink past him on his right, then am nearly off as I swerve hard left immediately to avoid the oncoming right-turner who is keen to make the gap and turn nearly bumper to bumper, tucking in behind the taxi.
Not 200 yards on, there's a bus gate. Car coming towards it realises that its a bus gate and swings across the road to turn around right in front of a magicshine on flash coupled with an EL-530 on beam!
"Whoa! What the f**k" - I think by now I'm excused wondering aloud as I move around that obstacle thrown into my path
That was of course a personal affront on the young dickhead's dearly departed grandmother or something as he squeals the tyres of mummy's litle shopping trolley to pretend to his mates it's an impressive performance car, to zoom past at close quarters
No incidents for another whole 400 yards, when - oh, guess what, there's a pinch point and a junction so another diminutive little dinky-toy suffers from a complex and makes its point by flooring it past to slam on at the stop line a couple of metres ahead.
And I got that tight chest, shortness of breath and disappearing strength in my leg muscles that signifies the onset of a cold! With a barking tight cough now I've got home.
I'm gong to the pub for early bar - I think I need it!
In the space of a 3.5 mile commute, the first 3/4 mile was normal - bit of heavier traffic but nothing untoward
Then suddenly approaching a pinch point there's a blue car accelerates to appear alongside me - I'm in a strong position, and he's giving me plenty of room, only thing is he's headed straight for the island and sure enough notices metal railing and decides squidgy cyclists make a better target
2 junctions on, get through the junction to a tight S-bend, taxi roars alongside then squeezes me into the side on the bend as he stops for the car in front waiting at the crossing, as we move off he's then deliberately moving in towards me in response to my gestures to get off my right leg - he goes past then, at a side road indicates at the last second, brakes hard and turns nearly left hooking me, I manage to *just* jink past him on his right, then am nearly off as I swerve hard left immediately to avoid the oncoming right-turner who is keen to make the gap and turn nearly bumper to bumper, tucking in behind the taxi.
Not 200 yards on, there's a bus gate. Car coming towards it realises that its a bus gate and swings across the road to turn around right in front of a magicshine on flash coupled with an EL-530 on beam!
"Whoa! What the f**k" - I think by now I'm excused wondering aloud as I move around that obstacle thrown into my path
That was of course a personal affront on the young dickhead's dearly departed grandmother or something as he squeals the tyres of mummy's litle shopping trolley to pretend to his mates it's an impressive performance car, to zoom past at close quarters
No incidents for another whole 400 yards, when - oh, guess what, there's a pinch point and a junction so another diminutive little dinky-toy suffers from a complex and makes its point by flooring it past to slam on at the stop line a couple of metres ahead.
And I got that tight chest, shortness of breath and disappearing strength in my leg muscles that signifies the onset of a cold! With a barking tight cough now I've got home.
I'm gong to the pub for early bar - I think I need it!
