Got clipped by a Rugby World Cup liveried Range Rover on the way home at 20:30 on Croxted Road this evening. Red traffic lights, two lanes of cars, clear filtering lane into the ASL. I filter into the ASL. I'm there long enough to unclip and put a foot down (track standing is for poseurs) when the lights change. Fucko McCunt in his stickered up Range Rover is in the left lane of the two lanes of cars so is desparate to get in front of everyone else so guns it from the lights. The left wing mirror catches me square in the back of my right arm as I set off. I don't fall (mad skilz) but I also don't get the reg due to the glare of headlights from on coming traffic.
I'm fairly sure I've only seen one such stickered up wank wagon in these parts. Where should I go first to unleash digi-fury?
Got clipped by a Rugby World Cup liveried Range Rover on the way home at 20:30 on Croxted Road this evening. Red traffic lights, two lanes of cars, clear filtering lane into the ASL. I filter into the ASL. I'm there long enough to unclip and put a foot down (track standing is for poseurs) when the lights change. Fucko McCunt in his stickered up Range Rover is in the left lane of the two lanes of cars so is desparate to get in front of everyone else so guns it from the lights. The left wing mirror catches me square in the back of my right arm as I set off. I don't fall (mad skilz) but I also don't get the reg due to the glare of headlights from on coming traffic.
I'm fairly sure I've only seen one such stickered up wank wagon in these parts. Where should I go first to unleash digi-fury?