Sometimes I do wonder why I cycle.
First some bint overtakes me and then realises there is a central bollard, so she swerves back in to avoid it, nearly hitting me. Stupid bitch. My only consolation was knowing that she was more shoot up about than I was.
And then some bloke toots his horn at me from behind (I know why) but then he changes lanes and gets stuck 4 feet away in the traffic queue for the lights (perfect). So I hammered on his window and said "what is your problem mate" and he shouts "you were in the middle of the road!" (told you I knew why... soooo predictable). So I then enter into a tirade of abuse pointing out to him in no uncertain terms that at a junction when I'm going straight on I'm entitled to be in the middle of the lane and he should read the f*ckin' highway code and I'm not one of his little women that's gonna move out of the way for him and besides, where did he f*ckin learn to drive?? India?? You may have guessed that he was Indian, and I'm not proud of my racist abuse, in fact, now I've calmed down, I think maybe I should have just reminded him of the rules of the road calmly because I've done absolutely nothing for the cause of cyclists. But there are times when you just have to think of and hurl the worst abuse possible because some drivers are just fukwits.
First some bint overtakes me and then realises there is a central bollard, so she swerves back in to avoid it, nearly hitting me. Stupid bitch. My only consolation was knowing that she was more shoot up about than I was.
And then some bloke toots his horn at me from behind (I know why) but then he changes lanes and gets stuck 4 feet away in the traffic queue for the lights (perfect). So I hammered on his window and said "what is your problem mate" and he shouts "you were in the middle of the road!" (told you I knew why... soooo predictable). So I then enter into a tirade of abuse pointing out to him in no uncertain terms that at a junction when I'm going straight on I'm entitled to be in the middle of the lane and he should read the f*ckin' highway code and I'm not one of his little women that's gonna move out of the way for him and besides, where did he f*ckin learn to drive?? India?? You may have guessed that he was Indian, and I'm not proud of my racist abuse, in fact, now I've calmed down, I think maybe I should have just reminded him of the rules of the road calmly because I've done absolutely nothing for the cause of cyclists. But there are times when you just have to think of and hurl the worst abuse possible because some drivers are just fukwits.
