I'm lucky if I climb 435ft in that distanceNice 50km ride in this morning with a measly 435 metres of climbing, only spoilt once I got into town where I meet some drivers with that Friday feeling, or probably the morning after Thursday night feeling.
Nothing really heavy on this mornings route, avoided all the proper cat 4 climbs.I'm lucky if I climb 435ft in that distance
A long drag here is 0.7km; apart from this morning a recovery commute I've been taking the 13.5kg fixie complete with d'lock over them before work to get a bit of molehill training inNothing really heavy on this mornings route, avoided all the proper cat 4 climbs.
Only one long drag which is classed as a cat 4, 7km long with an average of 2% and a maximum gradient of just 7%.
HONK! HONK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"
I stop in front of his car and give a palms up gallic shrug. "Excuse me. What's the problem?" observing the middle aged jabba the hutt impersonating Eric Pickles lookee-likee sat in the driving seat.
Driver winds down window and sticks out head" "Get out of the ****ing way!"
"You see that sign?" points at sign to side about 1 metre in front of his car, alongside me "Can you not read? It says 'give way to oncoming vehicles'"
"**** off you ****, you're not a ****ing vehicle, you're on a ****ing pushbike. You don't even pay any ****ing road tax!"
"Cut out the swearing fatboy, YOU don't even pay any road tax. Your pile of junk is a Class A car. Zero rated for VEE EEE DEE"
"**** off you ****ing ****er and get out of my ****ing way"
"No"
"You ****ing what?"
"I'm not moving. Until you apologise for sounding your horn aggressively and swearing at me"
"I'm gonna ****ing do you. IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"Feel free. I'll quite happily kick your fat arse into the lake" nods in direction of adjoining body of water. "One of my mates was badly hurt down here a while ago because some nobber like you forced him to swerve"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"I'm not stopping you fatty. Come on out if you fancy your chances"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR! "
"Say that once more and I'll drag you out"
Zzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp clunk as the driver door window winds up and the central locking is activated.
I stare fixedly into the drivers eyes. He looks away. I shake my head slowly and ride off. I no longer wish the lovely Helen to drive a Citroen C1 regardless of how good the mpg is.
HONK! HONK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"
I stop in front of his car and give a palms up gallic shrug. "Excuse me. What's the problem?" observing the middle aged jabba the hutt impersonating Eric Pickles lookee-likee sat in the driving seat.
Driver winds down window and sticks out head" "Get out of the ****ing way!"
"You see that sign?" points at sign to side about 1 metre in front of his car, alongside me "Can you not read? It says 'give way to oncoming vehicles'"
"**** off you ****, you're not a ****ing vehicle, you're on a ****ing pushbike. You don't even pay any ****ing road tax!"
"Cut out the swearing fatboy, YOU don't even pay any road tax. Your pile of junk is a Class A car. Zero rated for VEE EEE DEE"
"**** off you ****ing ****er and get out of my ****ing way"
"No"
"You ****ing what?"
"I'm not moving. Until you apologise for sounding your horn aggressively and swearing at me"
"I'm gonna ****ing do you. IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"Feel free. I'll quite happily kick your fat arse into the lake" nods in direction of adjoining body of water. "One of my mates was badly hurt down here a while ago because some nobber like you forced him to swerve"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"I'm not stopping you fatty. Come on out if you fancy your chances"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR! "
"Say that once more and I'll drag you out"
Zzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp clunk as the driver door window winds up and the central locking is activated.
I stare fixedly into the drivers eyes. He looks away. I shake my head slowly and ride off. I no longer wish the lovely Helen to drive a Citroen C1 regardless of how good the mpg is.
HONK! HONK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"
I stop in front of his car and give a palms up gallic shrug. "Excuse me. What's the problem?" observing the middle aged jabba the hutt impersonating Eric Pickles lookee-likee sat in the driving seat.
Driver winds down window and sticks out head" "Get out of the ****ing way!"
"You see that sign?" points at sign to side about 1 metre in front of his car, alongside me "Can you not read? It says 'give way to oncoming vehicles'"
"**** off you ****, you're not a ****ing vehicle, you're on a ****ing pushbike. You don't even pay any ****ing road tax!"
"Cut out the swearing fatboy, YOU don't even pay any road tax. Your pile of junk is a Class A car. Zero rated for VEE EEE DEE"
"**** off you ****ing ****er and get out of my ****ing way"
"No"
"You ****ing what?"
"I'm not moving. Until you apologise for sounding your horn aggressively and swearing at me"
"I'm gonna ****ing do you. IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"Feel free. I'll quite happily kick your fat arse into the lake" nods in direction of adjoining body of water. "One of my mates was badly hurt down here a while ago because some nobber like you forced him to swerve"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"I'm not stopping you fatty. Come on out if you fancy your chances"
"IF I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS CAR! "
"Say that once more and I'll drag you out"
Zzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp clunk as the driver door window winds up and the central locking is activated.
I stare fixedly into the drivers eyes. He looks away. I shake my head slowly and ride off. I no longer wish the lovely Helen to drive a Citroen C1 regardless of how good the mpg is.
That's useful feedback as sometimes I think it is just me. But then I spend more time in the saddle thatn almost any of my mates and the one work colleague who rides a very similar route has these encounters too.Sussex and Surrey. Used to have encounters like this on a weekly basis. Not one since i've moved to Cambs. Go figure.
Nicely handled.
Well played sir!
Wow Greg! That puts my 'tough guy' scenario this morning way in to the shade! Good for you.
That's useful feedback as sometimes I think it is just me. But then I spend more time in the saddle thatn almost any of my mates and the one work colleague who rides a very similar route has these encounters too.
I'm going to spoil it all by saying
a) the red mist had begun to descend and my inner chimp/berserker was revving up for an outing
b) I have recently completed (voluntarily) an anger management course and
c) the tutor would not be completely impressed with my escalatory comments (even though I was)
d) I was seething at the end and had to stop further along and have a little sit down to chill.
wider than tall too which isn't a great look crammed into a C1!Greg, I'm still pretty peed off about mine and that was 3 hours ago now. I also shouldn't have called him a tw@t either - people get angry and your guy was a much bigger (literally) buttcr@ck than mine.