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Because passing a driving test is a piece of piss. And there's no limit to how many times you can take it. Failing 5 times should really give them the message that they're just not god enough. But no, it is their right to drive no matter what happens they're going to drive

This. I'm a seriously shit driver, but still managed to pass the test first time.

YouTube - ‪Death Wish 3 (1985) trailer‬‏

Deal with gangs (biker or otherwise) the Charles Bronson way...

Now thats a PROPER film.

Sounds horrible. You should have risen above, and not retaliated, but I know that's hard when the adrenaline is up.

I know, straight afterwards I knew I should have just let him scream and holler rather than give it back. The next cyclist on the road probably became the focus of his anger.

ZEN MASTER, thats me.

Really sorry to hear that.
Report immediately.
A little bird told me it does not appear on the insurance database today.
Plod might well take an interest.

Would that be the best bet, even though I gave out the abuse? Still, having a slanging match and swerving into people is a different matter.

Had a run in with a Silver Vauxhall Vectra 321 DXC on the way home.

He burnt past me, scraping his car on the speed bumps in the rush past. Minute or two later, as he's slowed down for more speed bumps, I've overtaken him at decent speed - probably the wrong thing to do, and maybe better to have just let him speed up and slow down for the rest of the road whilst staying behind.

At this point, as I've got in front of him, he's kept his speed up and is laying on the horn right behind me (no way is he going to slow down for a mere cyclist), so I flicked the Vs (wrong thing to, do but you can't help it). Cue furious car pulling up next to me and a torrent of abuse, with my shouting "Fucking slow down then!" back in the window.

This advice taken, he angrily swerves left, hitting me and forcing me to fly around a corner into a smaller road - bloody lucky there wasn't a car there, or I'd have been in real trouble.

My temper really flares up and I fly down the road after the sod, camera in hand. Sadly, I was concentrating more on the photo of his number plate than his speed and didn't slow down enough at the mini roundabout he'd stopped at. So instead of steathily pulling up behind him and snapping a couple of photos, then bidding a hasty retreat, I skid into the rear of his car in comic fashion (not fast)

That makes Mr Vectra a real berserker and he pulls up around the corner with the offer of a fight & plenty of fruity language, whilst I snap another picture and holler "run into me will yer, you c..." across the road at him. Then I speed off whilst he's trying to find a parking space (considerate) before the punch up, as a fight would have only made things much worse. And besides, he looked bigger than me.

Kudos to the white van driver who pulled over, waved me in front of him and then drove behind me so that I could get out of there without further hassle.

I know that shouting back, swearing and all the other stuff is not the way to deal with these things, but in the moment it's difficult not to.

"Right over here, you little CUNT" speech bubble needed.

I'm making light now, but it bloody shook me up.

I had breakfast at the Deptford Project this morning, and wandered into the yard at the back to check out their silent cinema and found a new bike shop / workshop. They are only just getting going and will be doing some bespoke builds as well as reconditioning stuff whilst working with people in the community. It looks great.

They have a website with some information on: http://www.unioncycleworks.org.uk/

Liam sometimes posts on here as "EastFenders". The mudguards he made me are pretty damned good.

There is a long history of nutters attaching themselves to bikes. Does anyone remember captin Southfields, I think his name was John. He would stop you in the street and tell you that " they" should build a big wall for the kids to play ball against plus other socail reform banter.

Southfields John is a legend, especially when he's in costume. He lives around the corner and I've seen him variously dressed in a pair of tiny shorts, or as:

Father Christmas
Henley Regatta Straw Boater Type
Top Hatted Victorian Gent

He's always got a bike around too, although I've only seen it used as a prop after four cans of special brew. Bellows "Have a nice day" at anyone and anything that moves.

http://www.welovejohn.co.uk/

Actually a nice character to have about when the tennis hordes appear each summer.

This. They did the hard work, so are entitled to do what they want with the event.

TBH, most concert tickets go up a little early, so the 11.55 opening wasn't that unusual.

The charitable side of the Tweed Run was very subtle last year, and I hope it will be so this year, so that people can actually just enjoy the day without thinking about charity, yet the end result will be a fat donation to a worthwhile cause.

Children in Tweed?

Walker Slater in Parsons Green will tailor any of the trousers in their shop into a pair of plus fours/twos.