Insane close pass this morning by cunty mctwatcunt. Obviously caught up to her 50 yards later, did the universal gesture of 'what the fuck are you playing at?' as I passed, got a beep in return.
She catches up half a mile later when I'm in the bus lane, thankfully. Beefy Cocknose in the passenger seat leans out to give all the agro. I catch them again 100 yards later, they try to steer the car into me at low speed as we both want to turn right. Beefy yells "Get a fucking oyster card" at me.
There's definitely a type of person/social culture who reckons that if you're not driving a car, you can't afford a car - after all, why wouldn't you want the glorious experience of driving through London to work in rush hour? And that therefore cyclists are deserving of punishment.
It's most peculiar. Default setting as soon as you get in the car is rage.
Insane close pass this morning by cunty mctwatcunt. Obviously caught up to her 50 yards later, did the universal gesture of 'what the fuck are you playing at?' as I passed, got a beep in return.
She catches up half a mile later when I'm in the bus lane, thankfully. Beefy Cocknose in the passenger seat leans out to give all the agro. I catch them again 100 yards later, they try to steer the car into me at low speed as we both want to turn right. Beefy yells "Get a fucking oyster card" at me.
There's definitely a type of person/social culture who reckons that if you're not driving a car, you can't afford a car - after all, why wouldn't you want the glorious experience of driving through London to work in rush hour? And that therefore cyclists are deserving of punishment.
It's most peculiar. Default setting as soon as you get in the car is rage.