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Took a ride into the city to go book shopping and have lunch in the park. On my way in there's a T
junction where all 3 roads are majors, with filtered traffic lights to deter chaos.
I'm filtering up the inside as one usually does in traffic, as the lights change and the traffic
starts to move forward. I continue as I am happily trundling along.
Next thing I know a bloke in a vulva [1] is beeping his horn and waving at me. I get the sense this
wasn't friendly nor a good thing [tm].
Anyway he passes me and pulls over a little further down the road. Warily I pull up at the drivers
door as he winds the window down and lets all sorts of expletives out. Apparently I need to be more
careful and open my eyes, as he nearly took me out. I suggested that given it was nearly him taking
me out and not the other way round, perhaps he should be more careful and open his eyes insted. Well
that was that, he went for the door handle - so I cunningly just leant forward, with my arms on the
top of the door above the window. Being about 65 he didn't have a chance of pushing that door open
with me leaning on it. I'm a big geezer to say the least!
So I continue as he curses, and threatens to get out and give me a good seeing to - a threat I
simply laugh at and ask him if he's having some sort of seizure as he's clearly not thinking
straight - I could give him a 10 round headstart and still whoop him in one.
Out of the corner of my eye I see him slip the auto gearbox into D, so I cunningly [2] shuffle my
weight so it appears I'm supported by the car when in fact I'm not.
Sure enough he stick his foot down, obviously hoping to catch me unawares. Instead I start
pedalling and memorise his registration plate etc. I cycle straight to the police station to report
the incident, and will be giving a formal statement tomorrow. The desk jockey in the plod shop
asked exactly what I thought he was guilty of, I retorted "driving without due care and attention",
"Road rage" and "Threatening behaviour". The DJ then duly noted the details and said someone would
be in contact.
Grrrrr!
Still I had a lovely afternoon in the park with the latest copy of MBR and a book
[1] okay okay it was a Volvo. Surprise Surprise.
[2] 2 lots of cunningness in one day - whatever next?!
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WasNotSquished
junction where all 3 roads are majors, with filtered traffic lights to deter chaos.
I'm filtering up the inside as one usually does in traffic, as the lights change and the traffic
starts to move forward. I continue as I am happily trundling along.
Next thing I know a bloke in a vulva [1] is beeping his horn and waving at me. I get the sense this
wasn't friendly nor a good thing [tm].
Anyway he passes me and pulls over a little further down the road. Warily I pull up at the drivers
door as he winds the window down and lets all sorts of expletives out. Apparently I need to be more
careful and open my eyes, as he nearly took me out. I suggested that given it was nearly him taking
me out and not the other way round, perhaps he should be more careful and open his eyes insted. Well
that was that, he went for the door handle - so I cunningly just leant forward, with my arms on the
top of the door above the window. Being about 65 he didn't have a chance of pushing that door open
with me leaning on it. I'm a big geezer to say the least!
So I continue as he curses, and threatens to get out and give me a good seeing to - a threat I
simply laugh at and ask him if he's having some sort of seizure as he's clearly not thinking
straight - I could give him a 10 round headstart and still whoop him in one.
Out of the corner of my eye I see him slip the auto gearbox into D, so I cunningly [2] shuffle my
weight so it appears I'm supported by the car when in fact I'm not.
Sure enough he stick his foot down, obviously hoping to catch me unawares. Instead I start
pedalling and memorise his registration plate etc. I cycle straight to the police station to report
the incident, and will be giving a formal statement tomorrow. The desk jockey in the plod shop
asked exactly what I thought he was guilty of, I retorted "driving without due care and attention",
"Road rage" and "Threatening behaviour". The DJ then duly noted the details and said someone would
be in contact.
Grrrrr!
Still I had a lovely afternoon in the park with the latest copy of MBR and a book
[1] okay okay it was a Volvo. Surprise Surprise.
[2] 2 lots of cunningness in one day - whatever next?!
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WasNotSquished