• So this very shitty morning, I'm 'driving' to work (I know!); just about to join a slow moving queue of traffic.
    A dopey student type on a hybrid is slowly riding out of a junction on my left. He obviously realises he doesn't have right of way and slows to barely moving until I pass.
    So now I'm sat at the end of the queue, handbrake applied minding my own business.
    Next thing, crash bang wallop! I look in my rear view and this dopey twat has fallen into the back of my car! Presumably trying to scoot between me and the other car queuing behind me.
    Before I can open my door he scoots round, nods and smiles at me and mouths sorry.
    Once he's passed I open my door and shout stop at him as loud as I can to no avail.
    Arrive at work to find a decent sized scratch on my rear window and great chunk missing out my bumper; courtesy of his pedals no doubt.
    As you can imagine, unless I or the police can identify this mong I have absolutely no recourse whatsoever short of trying to hunt him down and get him to admit his stupidity.
    Now I'm all for people cycling instead of driving but jeez! Learn to control your fucking bike. Twat.

  • when he comes past, hurl a paper bag filled with poo at him

  • Yup. I think that's really my only option now. Will see if I'm still riled enough at 7am tomorrow to go to the trouble. I kind of hope I am.
    Trouble then is, unless he's an extremely honest chap, he could simply plead ignorance and be on his merry wobbly way!

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