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@MechaMorgan
Hello Manchester, gosh I've missed you.
Slingshotting round the bottom of Ancoats to go under the Mancunian Way, a coach who doesn't know where he's going indicates in at the last seconds and pushes me into the right hand lane. Cue a Merc revving it's engines and beeping behind me. I put my hand up and indicate to the left, and pull in behind the bus. Clearly this is not good enough, as matey winds down the window and starts having a moment, complete with the requisite 'effin and jeffin'. I tell him to fuck off, and throw him the fingers.
This is obviously a bit too much for him on 9:30, Monday morning, so he brakes hard and swings left at about 30, leaving me leaning against his rear off-side door trying to stay upright. He races off and parks in the layby about 100 meters down the road. He then throws the door open, and starts sprinting down the road at me, can of beer in hand. He doesn't look to friendly, all skinhead and tracksuit, so I go into the right lane (nothing's about now) and floor it. Cue full beer can hitting me in the side as I'm out of the saddle.
I get a bit down the road and realise he's going to get into his car again, so I find a off road and flick about some back lanes for a while, hoping he'll fuck off. I continue to Uni and spend my first hour of lectures shaking, hyperventilating and honestly believing that my heart is going to give up and stop.
So that was fun. Hopefully I can just chalk it up to experience, I held it together long enough, just.
How is everyone else this morning???