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Metallic blue Jag, mid to late 40s white male driver, portly and slightly unkempt even in a suit. 6.50am
Reg: 0007 AGA (does not come up on any of the databases, illegal plates?)
I have just posted this on stopSMIDSY, this one is an angry little man who responds with verbals when you ask politely for 3 feet next time he passes a cyclist.Happened on the Queensway general area in the city centre. My report was as follows, and the cam goes back on my person tomorrow:
Reg: 0007 AGA (does not come up on any of the databases, illegal plates?)
I have just posted this on stopSMIDSY, this one is an angry little man who responds with verbals when you ask politely for 3 feet next time he passes a cyclist.Happened on the Queensway general area in the city centre. My report was as follows, and the cam goes back on my person tomorrow:
Riding up between the parked cars, I ride out of the doorzone for obvious reasons. A blue Jag went to overtake me, by about 5 miles an hour more in speed but around 3 inches distance from my body/handlebars. I use a "pushing hand" signal with my right hand to motion that he should have given more space. He pulls right without indicating into the rightturn lane to head on to Queensway. I sit behind until green.
After turning He then pulled into a parking bay outside the convenience store on Queensway so I ride further out, sure enough he flings the door open as I pass. I say, politely and with no swearing "3 feet next time please mate!" His reply was "GO F*** YOURSELF!!"
I shouted back "Be a Gentleman, no need for that!" I then realised I had the perfect opportunity (and witnessed as the shop was staffed and being used) to a) take the car details, and b) ask the driver for an apology, hoping that him seeing me face to face would issue a change of heart.
As he came out I said "A simple apology would have sufficed, there was no need to be rude." Again, he swears at me, I'm not intimidated by him due to my towering over the guy, but his driving did shake me up a little. He gets in his car and I say "Fine, I'll take down your licence plates," him now stuttering out excuses with the "at the end of the day, no where near you, mate" line.
After that I had a polite word with the staff member in the shop and asked if he was a regular, thinking I might encounter him again. Unfortunately he does not know him as a regular, and the staff member acknowledged that I looked a little shaken. I thank him and set on my way into work.