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Yeah, exactly this. Every fucking weekend there's one arsehole who just has to overtake when into oncoming traffic only to realise this and then drive into me or skim my arm while leaning on the horn. It's getting on my tits. Then again, I got the same shit this morning on the commute passing a slower rider and then some fuckstain has a go at me to move over. Of course he's the one that's about to be stuck in traffic and I give a damn sight better than that gibbering wreck could manage. Fucker might think again now. There should be some kind of d-lock exemption for shithouse drivers.
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There should be some kind of d-lock exemption for shithouse drivers.
Someone wrote a lovely song about that:
for everytime i hear them say
get the fuck out of the way
i will defend my right of way
that heap of steel i’m gonna slay
i’ll thrash you i’ll bash you
i’ll kick in your doors
break out your windows
and scratch your paint
polarbear
I've been thinking about doing that. Or getting on the train to Maidenhead or somewhere.
I've got so sick of riding out through Ruislip or Uxbridge, being skimmed by Mr Angry and taking an hour to get into the countryside. Was at the mother-in-laws in Germany over Easter and took bike. I could roll out of her place on the edge of town, down a hill and onto quiet lanes literally within a minute! Plus ultra-smooth roads, light and courteous traffic, gently graded climbs, usable bike lanes, etc, etc.