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@Caeraphym
Coming down a high street with a sub set of lights before hitting the main crossroad lights 50yds ahead (NB: no left turn anywhere along this stretch of road at all, at fucking all). I usually proceed with caution at the first set of lights if there aren't any peds crossing or buses filtering in to wait at the second set. Today I waited. First set of lights go green, I move off approaching the second set on the LHS to filter passed the still stationary back runners at the by now green lights. Drawing level with the lead car I notice him encroaching upon my space in the cycle lane to the point whereby I go to bang his passenger side window, until it dawns on me he's about to cut across me and perform an illegal left turn. Adrenalin kicks in, time slows, I retract my fist, grab hold of the bars with two hands again, anchor the brakes and prepare for the worst. I then find myself being launched over the passenger side of his bonnet, bike up in the air still clipped in, bike releases and cartwheels at pace along the junction, I tumble and roll to a crumpled heap 15yds ahead of the impact, 10yds behind my poor steed now parked in the middle of a bus stop. Split second situation assessment, limbs intact, bike somewhere over there, I warily rise up onto my bruised and road rashed mortal frame, lock eyes with the driver and unleash such an un-Godly torrent of curses, venom, pure hatred bile as I storm towards his vehicle that the world seemed to disappear into merely me and my rage and him and his beady eyes sat behind the windshield of a vehicle about to turn into a fully flowing pedestrian crossing (ie: plenty of witnesses). He locks down his vehicle and struggles to find a gear as my lungs roar flames of hatred at the c*nt, with me drawing level he pulls off, thankfully swerving passed my poor bike as he jumps jumps a ped crossing and a subsequent red light.
Number plate is now in Police hands , driver being pursued for Dw/oDC&A, and if he doesn't present himself at a Police station by 1400hrs 07/06/11: leaving the scene of an accident. The junction is littered with CCTV. This f*cker's going down, and I need some new bar tape.