Nearly had a fight this morning.

I’m coming down the high road through Putney. Traffic lights everywhere, general gridlock (for cars). I’m going down the main road and the green light from a side road turns orange then red, so I keep going. Cars keep coming out of side road jumping orange then red, but by this time I’d set off as I had green. Watching all these cars that keep coming, I see some bloke in a ute who had jumped the red by about 5 seconds coming straight at me. So I shout, “That’s a fucking red light, you fucking cunt”. (I'm not normally aggressive, this was just a kneejerk reaction at being nearly run over)
Anyway he drives up alongside me and starts shouting back. I rephrase my earlier comment with more flowery language. As I start filtering ahead, he starts shouting “Oy! Come back here, fucking come back here”, clearly up for a bit of fisticuffs. He may have even got out of his car.
I give him a cheery wave as I progress down the street still hearing his shouts, and within a minute I’m probably 50 cars ahead of him on the other side of the bridge.
Fucking cunt. He’s probably gonna go home and beat seven shades of shit out of his wife now.
All quite boring really, just thought I'd share/vent.

Hehe and I thought you were so mild mannered Brett.

I love the smell of anger on a friday morning in London :)

stupid putney.

'ute', brilliant.

Let there be death.

Road Wars!

This is sparta?

hehe. putney's full of bogans in utes. beware

g'day…

I always give it a lot of verbal in those situations but just ride off, my flatmate gets the hump bigtime and just offers the drivers out... They never take him up on it, he's a big lad... :)

Only praise good behaiviour (c) Supernanny

I once pulled the keys out of someone's ignition when I caught back up with them. Don't why I did it. I was pumped on endorphines after the knock. Scared the shite out of the tosser though. I threw them over the wall at bushy park and thretened to do the same to the driver.
I am not a big fella so still can't believe I got away with it.

I once pulled the keys out of someone's ignition when I caught back up with them. Don't why I did it. I was pumped on endorphines after the knock. Scared the shite out of the tosser though. I threw them over the wall at bushy park and thretened to do the same to the driver.
I am not a big fella so still can't believe I got away with it.
Hahaha, excellent :D

I love journeys with no road rage, its an absolute pleasure, but somewhat rare.

I nearly hit a ped this morning in Putney...poor girl wasn't looking at all and I scared her shitless...let that be a lesson... :P

stupid putney.

'ute', brilliant.

P-ute-ney

Hehehehe

I have, in the past, calmly offered to engage in a pugilistic encounter on a nearby piece of common ground, or even suggested they return to the same place the next morning as I'm in too much of a hurry to roll up my sleeves right now.

so far, no takers.

The road rage gene's a weird one, some seem to have it and others don't... e.g. Both my ex-wife and my flatmate are super mellow people but feckin' psychopaths behind the wheel... Another mate broke a bloke's jaw, cheek bone and eye socket last year just cuz he got cut up in his van (yes, it's white)... Would've gone down for GBH too if the guy hadn't got his illegal immigrant cousins in as phoney witnesses (all three of them wound up doin' time)... Lovely fella, bit highly strung tho'... Be careful out there peeps, he's off the road atm but there's loads more like him out there...

He was running his ute fixed, and brakeless, maybe he couldn't stop?

Easier to beat up the wife than a tall, out of sorts, Antipodean,

This is sparta?

Athenium for ever. Want a rumble?

I just had some fat bastard cut me up in at a roundabout in West London I yelled wanker to he chased me down a road weaving behind me. I saw police, they did not care, took a back road. Ghayers.

Fuck the police wrrrwhahaahahwaa
Fuck the police wrrrwhahaahahwaa

I got one of these from wiggle, 20% off, highly recommended..

i was out with my g/f last sunday. ride from highbury down through the fields and then round the roundabout going towards upper street when some car swings out of st pauls road and across the roundabout, coming within an inch and a half (literally!) of helen, almost knocking her off. luckily, she heard me shout and swerves out of the way, but the guy drives off without even noticing. i speed up and catch up with him, get in front of him at a light and then start screaming at him (i'm not usually that bad, although i have been known to shout before). he just smiles and points at the lights, then laughs and points some more. so i get off my bike, lean it against his bonnet so he can't drive off and go around and start knocking on his window telling him to wind it down. he laughs some more, but the door is locked. eventually, i'm walking backwards and forwards in front of his car to the door and back, (actually, i just keep walking forwards - backwards would be stupid!) and a load of traffic has stopped to see what's happening. so the driver gets out of his car and i continue shouting at him, telling him he almost killed my g/f and that he better apologise, which he initially fails to do. i ended up screaming at him for about 5 minutes, telling him he's a lunatic and that he needs to watch where he's driving, that he almost killed her etc. two things i did NOT do was 1) hit him and 2) swear at him - just shouted lots and made very clear that i was angry and he was dangerous. police were actually around the corner on holloway road hassling other people but didn't come anywhere near us. the driver and his mate are both of south east asian origin so claim they don't speak english - "very solly" repeatedly, but that's about it. not entirely convinced they were tourists as the car did not say "i'm a hire car" all over it as they often do, but i guess he could have been. bloody sunday drivers. grrrr :/

the battle of britain ?

people vs car manufacturers ?