Beebo
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I lost my mojo after about half a mile, when I was blown 6 foot sideways on tower bridge. I just pootled home after that, not worth busting a gut in that weather.
I lost my mojo after about half a mile, when I was blown 6 foot sideways on tower bridge. I just pootled home after that, not worth busting a gut in that weather.
Brown Diarrhoea colourI'll be crossing Tower Bridge later; I'll see if I can find it for you.
What colour is it?
I lost my mojo after about half a mile, when I was blown 6 foot sideways on tower bridge. I just pootled home after that, not worth busting a gut in that weather.
Its best not to speak to people like this. Just state the facts and get out of the way if you have to.Well today I got threatened with assault...that was fun
Waiting at lights, in the right hand lane, at the very front of the que. lights change, I set off fast, hitting around 25mph quite quickly, max speed limit is 30mph. Guy behind me decides overtaking is a good idea, speeding (Maybe hitting 40 i would guess) he overtakes, missing me by about 6-12inches. and in the process has to cut across chevrons (not sure if they where solid lined -ill check tomorrow). Anyway, this scares me ridged!
In typical fashion, a few yards the road the lights change and be has to stop. As I aprouch I notice his windows already down. I make the comment that he should give cyclists more room, and at that point he looses it, spittle and finger pointing, anger in his eyes
Driver: "I'm going to a funeral, my mothers funeral, and if you don't buck your f***en ideas up you'll be your f***en funeral!"
Wasn't expecting that...so...
Me: "Do you know how much space you're meant to give cyclists, that was too close mate, far too close"
Driver: "3 foot...I'm a professional driver!" - as if being a professional driver means its okay to be a cock on the roads
Me: "So why didn't you give me that space"
Driver: "You should be on the left"
Me: I was on In the right side lane......."
At that point he swore some more and drove off....and then guess what....I meet him again at the next lights, which pleased me no end.
Where he goes on to explain that I shouldn't be bothering him because he's off too his mothers funeral. At which point I kinda loses it.
Me: "I don't care mate, being late for an appointment is hardly an excuse to put my life I danger"
He looses it, starts to open his door - which he can't because my bikes in the way and well...his car was a very nice new car, he would scratch it if it hit my bike. Says he's going to kick the s*** our of me "come on!, we can go over there and have it out" etc...
At that point I had a few final words. Mostly harmless, I think I probably called him a cock and he was off...I stepped out the way and let the other cars pass, then went to work.
He was suited up so he was clearly off to a funeral. But, his personal problems are just that. And certainly not an excuse to drive dangerously.
iv not mentioned this to my wife, I think it would worry her a lot.