Revenge is sweet

tynan
If I feel a driver has crushed me in, cut me up or otherwise risked injury to me to save (literally) a few seconds I will attempt to catch up with the car (fairly easy in London traffic) and then ride in front of the car at walking pace.

And especially bendy buses.

I thought I was the only petty-minded child on the roads. I'm not quite sure whether to feel disappointed or glad of the company. The latter I think.

Violence solves nothing. But revenge makes a mighty fine cold snack.