This could easily go in the Oh Shit/Dangerous Drivers thread(s) too, but here is fine.
I have a ~9 mile commute from my suburban town into Sunderland, via some 60mph A roads. It's usually fine (aside from the odd bit of impatience), even on the 60mph roads, but today took the piss.
There's pinch point traffic calming round the corner from my house. Today some cunt decided that he'd ignore the signpost instructing him to give way (shortly after doing just that to a car), and just drive through as I entered, about 2 seconds after making eye contact with me. Not hugely dangerous as the speeds were low all round (I'm unfit, it's uphill). I yelled at his window as we passed, he stared straight ahead.
Then about a mile from work, a flatbed HGV pulled out as I passed him on the roundabout. Saw him slowing as I joined the empty roundabout, so continued. My right of way, and I thought he was stopping. He wasn't. Heard the acceleration as I passed in front at which point I began to shit myself, pedal like crazy to get past him, and shout "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" or some such.
I kinda think it obviously wasn't that close if I had time to do all of the above, but it certainly felt it. Closest shave I've ever had, for sure. A couple of people came out of the post office on the roundabout to check on me and congratulated me on staying upright, as they actually thought he'd clipped me.
He slowed to an almost-stop in the middle of the roundabout, but then decided to fuck off. In the panic/adrenaline haze of trying not to cry/poo/throw up, I forgot the name of the builders merchant/construction company that was plastered over the side of the truck.
Ballbags.
Do I have to cover myself in Hi Viz and reflective tape now?
This could easily go in the Oh Shit/Dangerous Drivers thread(s) too, but here is fine.
I have a ~9 mile commute from my suburban town into Sunderland, via some 60mph A roads. It's usually fine (aside from the odd bit of impatience), even on the 60mph roads, but today took the piss.
There's pinch point traffic calming round the corner from my house. Today some cunt decided that he'd ignore the signpost instructing him to give way (shortly after doing just that to a car), and just drive through as I entered, about 2 seconds after making eye contact with me. Not hugely dangerous as the speeds were low all round (I'm unfit, it's uphill). I yelled at his window as we passed, he stared straight ahead.
Then about a mile from work, a flatbed HGV pulled out as I passed him on the roundabout. Saw him slowing as I joined the empty roundabout, so continued. My right of way, and I thought he was stopping. He wasn't. Heard the acceleration as I passed in front at which point I began to shit myself, pedal like crazy to get past him, and shout "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" or some such.
I kinda think it obviously wasn't that close if I had time to do all of the above, but it certainly felt it. Closest shave I've ever had, for sure. A couple of people came out of the post office on the roundabout to check on me and congratulated me on staying upright, as they actually thought he'd clipped me.
He slowed to an almost-stop in the middle of the roundabout, but then decided to fuck off. In the panic/adrenaline haze of trying not to cry/poo/throw up, I forgot the name of the builders merchant/construction company that was plastered over the side of the truck.
Ballbags.
Do I have to cover myself in Hi Viz and reflective tape now?