First time I've seen this thread. I had a 'car as weapon' thing last night. Was travelling along Whitechapel High St towards town and looking to turn right at Sainsburys / Camb' Heath Road, so I did the usual insistent right filter from bus to main lane, then further still towards right side for imminent righty. Traffic at a standstill so I drift over to the first half foot of the Eastbound lane. There's bags of space and nothing in the oppo bus lanes or anything but a crazy in a knackered Toyota makes a conscious effort to swing in my direction (making a very aggressive point about my being on what she obviously thought was "her side of the road"). I slowed right up and had nowhere to go really so just ended up putting my hand up in a 'stop' sign to impress on her how shit scared I was. Ultimately she left me just over a bar's width between the cars on my left and death. I'd say she was doing about 30. She was spitting bile at me as she passed too - absolutely livid she was.
I had a bit of a think about it and I really had done nothing wrong. In fact a quick glance over my shoulder and there was all sorts doing the same thing a bit further back; bikes, motorbikes, even cars consider a cheeky slide up there at that point to stash themselves in the righty lane at the junction.
Judge Dreadd in a frickin 90s Toyota. 'I am the law!'.
First time I've seen this thread. I had a 'car as weapon' thing last night. Was travelling along Whitechapel High St towards town and looking to turn right at Sainsburys / Camb' Heath Road, so I did the usual insistent right filter from bus to main lane, then further still towards right side for imminent righty. Traffic at a standstill so I drift over to the first half foot of the Eastbound lane. There's bags of space and nothing in the oppo bus lanes or anything but a crazy in a knackered Toyota makes a conscious effort to swing in my direction (making a very aggressive point about my being on what she obviously thought was "her side of the road"). I slowed right up and had nowhere to go really so just ended up putting my hand up in a 'stop' sign to impress on her how shit scared I was. Ultimately she left me just over a bar's width between the cars on my left and death. I'd say she was doing about 30. She was spitting bile at me as she passed too - absolutely livid she was.
I had a bit of a think about it and I really had done nothing wrong. In fact a quick glance over my shoulder and there was all sorts doing the same thing a bit further back; bikes, motorbikes, even cars consider a cheeky slide up there at that point to stash themselves in the righty lane at the junction.
Judge Dreadd in a frickin 90s Toyota. 'I am the law!'.