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Dirtylitterboxo
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Not that I'm in a foul mood, you understand..
Went out on the bike earlier. Gloriously sunny December day. All was well until two festering
motorised scrotes decided to be useless tw*ts. Like I said, not that I'm in a foul mood at all.
First one. I'm in a short queue of traffic waiting to turn left at a T-junction. Being a considerate
sort of cyclist I had left arm stuck out to indicate I'm turning left. I get to head of queue - it's
safe to pull out, so I did so. Only to be cut up by the car which *was* behind me in the queue, who
thought - cyclist = slow or cyclist = not there or cyclist = irrelevancy or combination of all
three. This female festering motorised scrote *tried* to overtake me, but as there was a car 5 feet
in front of me, there was no room for her to overtake, so she drove *at me* and forced me into the
gutter. As her passenger side front window was open, I *politely* (how I managed it I'll never know,
I felt like telling her to well... unprintable) asked her if she often cut people up like that and
suggested that if I was in a car she wouldn't have even attempted that manouvre and perhaps she
might like to read up on the Highway Code.
Less than ten minutes later, at a different T-junction, I'm at the head of the junction, waiting to
turn left (signalling again) and waiting for the traffic to pass on the road I'm going to turn into.
As it becomes safe to make the turn, another (this time a male festering motorised scrote) comes up
from behing me to be along side me and again - turns *into* me so the front nearside corner of his
car is a couple of inches from my right leg. I shout "Oi!!" loudly at him and lo and behold, the
motorised scrote wakes out of its catatonic state and suddenly realises there's a cyclist it's about
to injure. Scrote looks wide-eyed and all of a sudden decides he should wave me on.
There are some days when I think I should have a bike armed with exocet missiles.
I guess I should be grateful that I wasn't injured despite the stupidity of the festering motorised
scrotes...
Cheers, helen s
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Went out on the bike earlier. Gloriously sunny December day. All was well until two festering
motorised scrotes decided to be useless tw*ts. Like I said, not that I'm in a foul mood at all.
First one. I'm in a short queue of traffic waiting to turn left at a T-junction. Being a considerate
sort of cyclist I had left arm stuck out to indicate I'm turning left. I get to head of queue - it's
safe to pull out, so I did so. Only to be cut up by the car which *was* behind me in the queue, who
thought - cyclist = slow or cyclist = not there or cyclist = irrelevancy or combination of all
three. This female festering motorised scrote *tried* to overtake me, but as there was a car 5 feet
in front of me, there was no room for her to overtake, so she drove *at me* and forced me into the
gutter. As her passenger side front window was open, I *politely* (how I managed it I'll never know,
I felt like telling her to well... unprintable) asked her if she often cut people up like that and
suggested that if I was in a car she wouldn't have even attempted that manouvre and perhaps she
might like to read up on the Highway Code.
Less than ten minutes later, at a different T-junction, I'm at the head of the junction, waiting to
turn left (signalling again) and waiting for the traffic to pass on the road I'm going to turn into.
As it becomes safe to make the turn, another (this time a male festering motorised scrote) comes up
from behing me to be along side me and again - turns *into* me so the front nearside corner of his
car is a couple of inches from my right leg. I shout "Oi!!" loudly at him and lo and behold, the
motorised scrote wakes out of its catatonic state and suddenly realises there's a cyclist it's about
to injure. Scrote looks wide-eyed and all of a sudden decides he should wave me on.
There are some days when I think I should have a bike armed with exocet missiles.
I guess I should be grateful that I wasn't injured despite the stupidity of the festering motorised
scrotes...
Cheers, helen s
--This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove dependency on fame &
fortune h*$el*$$e**nd***$o$ts***i*$*$m**m$$o*n**s@$*$a$$o**l.c**$*$om$$
