mickle
innit
- Location
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It went like this - I turned left out of a junction and immediately got in the right hand side of the lane to turn right about fifty yards down the road. I saw a purple Fiesta approaching from the right but it was a good two hundred yards away, so I knew it was coming but I had loads of time to complete my manoeuvre. Two cars were approaching me in the, so I slowed to walking speed, waited for them to pass and then started to turn right across the, now empty, oncoming lane.
To discover the purple Fiesta overtaking me on the right.... At forty miles an hour the side of her car ran down the side of my bike - thank eff I was riding the bakfiets - and thank eff I was no further into my manoeuvre, she'd have driven straight into me.
She stopped. I shouted at her. A lot. I explained quite clearly that people hit at forty miles an hour tend to die. She told me I didn't need to shout at her. I told her that I did since she'd very nearly killed me, that I make the same manoeuvre every day and no one has ever been dumb enough to overtake me on the right when I'm turning right and what the eff other possible effing reason could there have been for me to over on the right hand side of the lane that I had every effing right to shout at her. I asked her what the eff she effing thought she was thinking a few times and she said 'Well at least I stopped!' To which I responded, rather harshly I'll admit, that she didn't get any brownie points for stopping since it was the effing law that she stopped after an accident.
After I told her that I often carry my four year old son in the bike she began shaking. Aw. Bless. Might make her think twice next time. Oh my god I was livid. No damage to me or bike, just a dirty great scratch down every panel of her car.
After making her write out her contact details I crumpled the sheet of paper up, threw it into her open car door and with a 'Read the effing highway code! before you overtake another cyclist', I picked up my bike and rode away.
I won that one I think.
To discover the purple Fiesta overtaking me on the right.... At forty miles an hour the side of her car ran down the side of my bike - thank eff I was riding the bakfiets - and thank eff I was no further into my manoeuvre, she'd have driven straight into me.
She stopped. I shouted at her. A lot. I explained quite clearly that people hit at forty miles an hour tend to die. She told me I didn't need to shout at her. I told her that I did since she'd very nearly killed me, that I make the same manoeuvre every day and no one has ever been dumb enough to overtake me on the right when I'm turning right and what the eff other possible effing reason could there have been for me to over on the right hand side of the lane that I had every effing right to shout at her. I asked her what the eff she effing thought she was thinking a few times and she said 'Well at least I stopped!' To which I responded, rather harshly I'll admit, that she didn't get any brownie points for stopping since it was the effing law that she stopped after an accident.
After I told her that I often carry my four year old son in the bike she began shaking. Aw. Bless. Might make her think twice next time. Oh my god I was livid. No damage to me or bike, just a dirty great scratch down every panel of her car.
After making her write out her contact details I crumpled the sheet of paper up, threw it into her open car door and with a 'Read the effing highway code! before you overtake another cyclist', I picked up my bike and rode away.
I won that one I think.
