Today started well, it was perhaps therefore inevitable that something should happen to ruin the mood; it is the way of things after all.
Usually my ride into work is a purely functional exercise, pedal, pedal, pedal, work. Bleh. But this morning was different, the sun was up, the wind was cool and clouds made interesting shapes in the sky. It was lovely. Lovely right up until the mini-roundabout near my office where, for reasons unknown, someone decided to overtake me where there was a) no room, b) no need, and c) no hope in hell of not hitting me with their Renault.
Which made me a little cross.
Actually, being forced to choose between being forced off the road or dying made me incandescent with rage, a rage which only grew when I noticed that they’d pulled into an office a whole hundred yards down the fucking road. Now, nearly being killed by an ambulance rushing to an emergency, I can cope with that, nearly being killed so some cunt can gain a few seconds on their journey to work, me no like.
I explained this in detail, well inside their personal space, just as they got out of their car. Well, I say explained, raged would be a better word. Still, I made my point. Indeed I made my point so well that the woman in question burst into tears and her male passenger got a little shirty, which made me feel a bit bad.
Not bad enough to drown out the voice in my head screaming “FUCK ‘EM, THEY NEARLY KILLED YOU” but a little bit bad all the same.
And do you know, they didn’t even apologise. People today, eh?
I love posts like this. Not because you got railroaded, but because you did something about it! I can’t believe you didn’t get an apology. Actually, I can believe it.
There are a lot of idiot motorists out there. Mini-roundabouts are trouble hot spots for me too. It’s not always motorists causing the problem. There is that one incompetent cyclist who just can’t figure out that it’s a roundabout and not a junction, and consistently stops even when there’s nothing around. But, at least he’s consistent!
Then there are the motorists who overtake immediately before turning left. You’ve gotta love them. And the ones that drive towards you at high speed down narrow roads, which deservedly get a fist to the side of their vehicle.
I may soon be increasing my commute from 3.5 miles to 4.5. That’s a whole extra mile or morons to contend with….and an extra roundabout! But that’s only if I get an email with very specific content soon.
Oh, and whilst I’m here, I’m not moving, moving. I’m just moving!
Where are you moving to?
Also, we should set up some sort of cycling task force.