goo_mason
Champion barbed-wire hurdler
- Location
- Leith, Edinburgh
For the second time in as many weeks, I've had a run-in with a Dad with a car full of kids along the road outside Murrayfield Ice Rink.
Tonight's one was a complete mystery: coming down Saughtonhall Avenue when I hear a car tooting its horn some way behind me. Then I became aware of a car revving and approaching at speed. Suddenly it appeared on my right-hand side with the driver looking furious, before he started swerving in towards me. I don't know who was more terrified - me or the kid in the passenger seat (about 30cm from my face) who looked scared witless as his Dad tried to ram me off the road. The three kids in the back also had their mouths open. Just as he was in danger of touching my right hand, I yanked on the brakes and he overshot me. I expected him to take off at speed, but he just pulled back into the middle of the lane and continued on his way as though nothing had happened. I sat right on his tail afterwards and was a whisker away from following him into the ice-rink car-park for some very public words and an answer to why he'd just tried to assault me with a few tons of speeding metal for no apparent reason.
However, at the last second I thought better of it. Best leave that poor kid to wonder what kind of a cowardly bully & maniac his Dad is, rather than end up thinking that the cyclist was the baddie after he'd screamed at his poor old man.
I think I may unwrap the old helmet cam again; this was pretty bloody scary stuff. In all the excitement I failed to get his number plate, and I also couldn't tell you now for the life of me what kind of car it was. All I can recall through the terror was that it was brown !
Tonight's one was a complete mystery: coming down Saughtonhall Avenue when I hear a car tooting its horn some way behind me. Then I became aware of a car revving and approaching at speed. Suddenly it appeared on my right-hand side with the driver looking furious, before he started swerving in towards me. I don't know who was more terrified - me or the kid in the passenger seat (about 30cm from my face) who looked scared witless as his Dad tried to ram me off the road. The three kids in the back also had their mouths open. Just as he was in danger of touching my right hand, I yanked on the brakes and he overshot me. I expected him to take off at speed, but he just pulled back into the middle of the lane and continued on his way as though nothing had happened. I sat right on his tail afterwards and was a whisker away from following him into the ice-rink car-park for some very public words and an answer to why he'd just tried to assault me with a few tons of speeding metal for no apparent reason.
However, at the last second I thought better of it. Best leave that poor kid to wonder what kind of a cowardly bully & maniac his Dad is, rather than end up thinking that the cyclist was the baddie after he'd screamed at his poor old man.
I think I may unwrap the old helmet cam again; this was pretty bloody scary stuff. In all the excitement I failed to get his number plate, and I also couldn't tell you now for the life of me what kind of car it was. All I can recall through the terror was that it was brown !