Got into a terrific argument with a driver on the way down to Brighton on Saturday. One of those roundabouts that allow traffic to filter in from the right on an essentially straight road: I'm going straight, driver filtering from my right. We're both approaching at speed (bear in mind he has to turn right) but I enter the roundabout marginally before him. I have my eye on what he's doing the whole time. He's obviously assumed I was going to give him priority, which I wasn't minded to do, given that I was in first. He speeds on to the roundabout and, as a consequence, I have to ride around him as he turns right, probably turning a bit more than he wants to. Then he stops, winds the window down and the anger starts. It's like fireworks, calling me a cunt, saying that if he'd hit me he would get the blame (rightly, I think), etc. I told him I was in first, that he should have waited, that it was unreasonable to expect me to give him priority when he had no right to it, etc. He just kept calling me a cunt. He looked like his head was going to explode. Eventually he drove off. I had the impression that he made the decision to have the argument before he actually got to the roundabout: he would have been able to see me from tens of metres back. We do have a problem in this country, I think.
Got into a terrific argument with a driver on the way down to Brighton on Saturday. One of those roundabouts that allow traffic to filter in from the right on an essentially straight road: I'm going straight, driver filtering from my right. We're both approaching at speed (bear in mind he has to turn right) but I enter the roundabout marginally before him. I have my eye on what he's doing the whole time. He's obviously assumed I was going to give him priority, which I wasn't minded to do, given that I was in first. He speeds on to the roundabout and, as a consequence, I have to ride around him as he turns right, probably turning a bit more than he wants to. Then he stops, winds the window down and the anger starts. It's like fireworks, calling me a cunt, saying that if he'd hit me he would get the blame (rightly, I think), etc. I told him I was in first, that he should have waited, that it was unreasonable to expect me to give him priority when he had no right to it, etc. He just kept calling me a cunt. He looked like his head was going to explode. Eventually he drove off. I had the impression that he made the decision to have the argument before he actually got to the roundabout: he would have been able to see me from tens of metres back. We do have a problem in this country, I think.