I could have flipped out like a ninja and killed everybody this morning.
Jamaica Road, date line 7:30 in the morning.
Nobber Number 1 (who will feature heavily in this cool story) begins by riding up the inside. In itself, irritating, but not worth getting my pants in a bunch for. Then he cuts in front of me and slows right down, forcing me to brake and swerve. He gets called out for being a dick.
Further up the road, a rider again comes up the inside, flings there right arm out (sans looking, natch) and rides across my front wheel. Brake, swerve, call them a dick, rinse, repeat. Surprise, surprise, it's Nobber Number 1 again.
Nobber Number #1 bleats about not being a dick as he cuts back behind me, as I pull to the left, to come up the inside of me again, and actually crash into me, promptly accusing me of trying to knock him off his bike.
Fuck you Nobber Number #1. You cycle like a brick.
you are dancing james, and i claim my £1