Me approaching a parked car, move to go around it, as I do a lorry overtakes us both before, still alongside swings slightly towards me and stops. Assuming he's turning right I go ahead and throw my arm at him in disgust. He's not turning right, he was giving way to a bus coming the other way, so shortly he overtakes me again so I give him the full dirty over-the-shoulder. Then there's a red light. Deciding discretion is the greater part of valour I elect to stay behind him (given that he has already erratically overtaken me) rather that the filter-and-plonk-yourself-infront approach.
Anyway he gets out of the cab to remonstrate with me, calling me a moron and saying he was waiting for a bus I couldn't see. I pointed out the very simple fact that if he had to give way to a bus, why is he overtaking a cyclist going around a parked car. Apparently expressing a logical, measured suggestion that would enure mine and other vulnerable road user's safety is actually insulting, it quickly devolved into a swearing match, during which the lights changed. In a comedy moment I shall treasure, he mistook my pulling away and out to go around the stationary lorry as a move to hit him, at which point he literally cowered and leaned back, shielding his face with his arms. I simply rode away, as did the cars behind him. The lights changed again before he was even able to get into his cab.
he mistook my pulling away and out to go around the stationary lorry as a move to hit him, at which point he literally cowered and leaned back, shielding his face with his arms
Me approaching a parked car, move to go around it, as I do a lorry overtakes us both before, still alongside swings slightly towards me and stops. Assuming he's turning right I go ahead and throw my arm at him in disgust. He's not turning right, he was giving way to a bus coming the other way, so shortly he overtakes me again so I give him the full dirty over-the-shoulder. Then there's a red light. Deciding discretion is the greater part of valour I elect to stay behind him (given that he has already erratically overtaken me) rather that the filter-and-plonk-yourself-infront approach.
Anyway he gets out of the cab to remonstrate with me, calling me a moron and saying he was waiting for a bus I couldn't see. I pointed out the very simple fact that if he had to give way to a bus, why is he overtaking a cyclist going around a parked car. Apparently expressing a logical, measured suggestion that would enure mine and other vulnerable road user's safety is actually insulting, it quickly devolved into a swearing match, during which the lights changed. In a comedy moment I shall treasure, he mistook my pulling away and out to go around the stationary lorry as a move to hit him, at which point he literally cowered and leaned back, shielding his face with his arms. I simply rode away, as did the cars behind him. The lights changed again before he was even able to get into his cab.
The piss-drinking cock-monkey