I was minding my own business riding up New North Road, when this guy in a 4x4 Mercedes overtakes and tailgates me, close enough for me to gently tapping the car. So he stops right in front of me, I ride up to the passenger side front window, which he opens after a while and this ensues:
- what the hell do you think you're doing touching my car?
- what the hell do you think you're doing cutting my line?
at which point he sort of looks sideways, utters a "fucking foreigner" and drive off. Heh 🤷
I should have told him to go away, lest I taunt him a second time (as I happen to be French).
I had similar encounters, very sad when it happens. Something tells me this might have something to do with obsolete ideas of masculinity and car preponderance, but still working theory 🧐 might have to add some good old douchery to the formula
I was minding my own business riding up New North Road, when this guy in a 4x4 Mercedes overtakes and tailgates me, close enough for me to gently tapping the car. So he stops right in front of me, I ride up to the passenger side front window, which he opens after a while and this ensues:
- what the hell do you think you're doing touching my car?
- what the hell do you think you're doing cutting my line?
at which point he sort of looks sideways, utters a "fucking foreigner" and drive off. Heh 🤷
I should have told him to go away, lest I taunt him a second time (as I happen to be French).