Encountered a right prick last night. I was cycling through a bit of a pinch point where I've had people try and squeeze past before, so I was in the centre of the (effectively) one lane. A guy coming towards me decided there was plenty of room and just went for it anyway, coming within a couple of inches of my handlebar and earning a slap on his rear side window. I heard him slam his brakes on but I rode on and down a side street. He actually chases me down, leaps out of his car and proceeds to get an inch from my face.
Apparently I shouldn't touch other people's property and I shouldn't cycle in the middle of the road etc. (No mention of road tax and I was wearing a helmet, so not a full house unfortunately)
His wife gets out and starts shouting at me because I apparently woke their daughter up in the back by banging on their car (the husband seemed more concerned that his car had been touched).
He's about to chin me and he's got a kid in the back - nice.
This guy is SO angry! I managed to get off my bike just before he gave me a shove - he then goes to punch me but doesn't (his wife takes credit for this - "you're lucky I was here, dickhead!"), and he then proceeds to spout off some stuff about he could have had a knife.
Number plate was memorised. Police were called. Cheers to the guy who came out his house to check I was ok.
If either of my daughters saw me act like this man-child had, I'd be fucking mortified.
I'm glad you're ok and I'm just genuinely impressed you could memorise a numberplate in such a stressful situation. I doubt I could remember one even on my most relaxing rides.
Encountered a right prick last night. I was cycling through a bit of a pinch point where I've had people try and squeeze past before, so I was in the centre of the (effectively) one lane. A guy coming towards me decided there was plenty of room and just went for it anyway, coming within a couple of inches of my handlebar and earning a slap on his rear side window. I heard him slam his brakes on but I rode on and down a side street. He actually chases me down, leaps out of his car and proceeds to get an inch from my face.
Apparently I shouldn't touch other people's property and I shouldn't cycle in the middle of the road etc. (No mention of road tax and I was wearing a helmet, so not a full house unfortunately)
His wife gets out and starts shouting at me because I apparently woke their daughter up in the back by banging on their car (the husband seemed more concerned that his car had been touched).
He's about to chin me and he's got a kid in the back - nice.
This guy is SO angry! I managed to get off my bike just before he gave me a shove - he then goes to punch me but doesn't (his wife takes credit for this - "you're lucky I was here, dickhead!"), and he then proceeds to spout off some stuff about he could have had a knife.
Number plate was memorised. Police were called. Cheers to the guy who came out his house to check I was ok.
If either of my daughters saw me act like this man-child had, I'd be fucking mortified.