Approaching a roundabout, after an appropriate glance over my shoulder, I moved from the gutter and accross to the right hand lane. There's a horn behind me and I turn around and tell the car to fuck off, he's there with the window open saying cyclists are a menance, I'm like, I'm on a bike, you're in a car, who's the fucking menance? This is my road too. As this goes on as we're side by side going around the roundabout. Fuck knows what the cars behind made of it. I told him he was a twat then accelerated in front to get back over to the left to exit. We argued again at the traffic lights further on
Or like the car driver that pulled out without looking forced me onto the wrong side of the road, and after a threw a hand up over-took me, then slowed and cut me off as he pulled in again forcing me to slow and swerve back onto the right, to ask me what the fuck was my problem. 'You almost killed me' was my reply.
Or the driver that reversed out of a line of park cars without looking and I almost ploughed into, having to swerve onto the pavement
Maybe I do make mistakes riding my bike, but I can't remember any times where I've almost caused physical injury to other road users. And when I do seek solace on the pavement or path I get shouted at by pedestrians. We are neither fish nor flesh: the road belongs to the cars, the pavement people. We get the gutter (cycle lanes round here are a joke). Despite coming before the car we are now the after-thought, an inconvienience, hated by both walker and driver. So we hate them back. Wankers
Approaching a roundabout, after an appropriate glance over my shoulder, I moved from the gutter and accross to the right hand lane. There's a horn behind me and I turn around and tell the car to fuck off, he's there with the window open saying cyclists are a menance, I'm like, I'm on a bike, you're in a car, who's the fucking menance? This is my road too. As this goes on as we're side by side going around the roundabout. Fuck knows what the cars behind made of it. I told him he was a twat then accelerated in front to get back over to the left to exit. We argued again at the traffic lights further on
Or like the car driver that pulled out without looking forced me onto the wrong side of the road, and after a threw a hand up over-took me, then slowed and cut me off as he pulled in again forcing me to slow and swerve back onto the right, to ask me what the fuck was my problem. 'You almost killed me' was my reply.
Or the driver that reversed out of a line of park cars without looking and I almost ploughed into, having to swerve onto the pavement
Maybe I do make mistakes riding my bike, but I can't remember any times where I've almost caused physical injury to other road users. And when I do seek solace on the pavement or path I get shouted at by pedestrians. We are neither fish nor flesh: the road belongs to the cars, the pavement people. We get the gutter (cycle lanes round here are a joke). Despite coming before the car we are now the after-thought, an inconvienience, hated by both walker and driver. So we hate them back. Wankers
Phew, needed that, ta