Whilst pedalling merrily along Victoria Street a few ( a fair few now I think about it, even before the arrival of CCTV: yes I am an old git) of summers back when a DFD (Daft Fucking Driver), did the classic pull out from the kerb without looking or signalling.
I was "pinched" between the DFD and a bus. I managed to stop by rubbing shoulders with the bus.
I was not a happy bunny.
I leaned into his drivers window and expressed my displeasure, in reasonable an reasoned terms, as I believe in starting off nice (you can then get nasty without being made to look a cnut if the opposition springs a surprise apology).
The reply was "If you ride a bike you deserve all you get".
To my credit (and surprise) I didn't lamp the twat. Instead I pointed to his left and said "will that Police officer agree with you?" As he looked to his left for the (non existant) Plod I removed his ignition key and pedalled off towards Parliment Square.
I heard some kind of comotion behind me , but being a careful cyclist I concentrated on the road ahead.
The keys found themselves on the grass in front of Big Ben.
I never found out what happened to the DFD.
Whilst pedalling merrily along Victoria Street a few ( a fair few now I think about it, even before the arrival of CCTV: yes I am an old git) of summers back when a DFD (Daft Fucking Driver), did the classic pull out from the kerb without looking or signalling.
I was "pinched" between the DFD and a bus. I managed to stop by rubbing shoulders with the bus.
I was not a happy bunny.
I leaned into his drivers window and expressed my displeasure, in reasonable an reasoned terms, as I believe in starting off nice (you can then get nasty without being made to look a cnut if the opposition springs a surprise apology).
The reply was "If you ride a bike you deserve all you get".
To my credit (and surprise) I didn't lamp the twat. Instead I pointed to his left and said "will that Police officer agree with you?" As he looked to his left for the (non existant) Plod I removed his ignition key and pedalled off towards Parliment Square.
I heard some kind of comotion behind me , but being a careful cyclist I concentrated on the road ahead.
The keys found themselves on the grass in front of Big Ben.
I never found out what happened to the DFD.
Toodle pip.